Pink Khione

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Hider

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Time: Sunset
Location: Ember Grove University's Cafe
Interaction with:

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Time: Sunset
Location: Ember Grove University's Cafe
Interaction with:

Ember Grove - Reboot

Ava Marseille

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Born Élisabeth-Marie de La Trémoille, unknown to most, but goes by Ava Marseille
Age: About 400 ish, appears to be in her mid twenties
Date of Birth: Sometime in the 1600’s
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: France

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Color: Silver/Platinum blonde
Hair Length: A little past her shoulders
Skin Color: A pale ivory
Eye Color: Grey
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

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》 R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Nope
Siblings' Status: Deceased
Parents' Status: Deceased
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 3
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 2

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Alcohol
✡ Her own appearance, makeup and fashion
✡ Coffee
✡ Books, literature

Dislikes:
✡ Vampires
✡ Pain, physical and emotional
✡ Herself, in a way
✡ People
✡ Naivety

Hobbies:
✡ Reading
✡ Occasionally killing vampires
✡ Spending time alone in cafes or libraries
✡ Making latte art and other beverages

Skills:
✡ Centuries of slipping in and out of places has made Ava rather skilled at stealth
✡ Speaks a few languages, notably French, English, and Spanish.
✡ Flexibility
✡ Ignoring the presence of others

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

The first detail people notice about Ava is the disinterested expression on her face. She’s calm and collected most of the time, able to control her anger rather well - though she is quick to show contempt if someone displeases her. There might have been a time when Ava smiled more, but the many long years of her life as a vampire have weighed heavily on her. Despite her youthful appearance, her aura betrays this disguise, displaying openly her weariness and indifference towards life. She had enjoyed her life as a human, and consequently, it took decades before Ava was able to come to terms with what she had become. Underneath, Ava continues to harbor a twisted sense of resentment for the evil nature of vampires, which surfaces in Ava’s repulsion of vampire-kind, though she does not always openly express it.

Regardless of the centuries that have gone by, Ava continues to struggle between her two identities as human and monster. In her life as a human, Ava was raised with strict values and morals, influenced by the church and her status as a noblewoman. These teachings had imbued in her a stubborn pride, and a set of beliefs that were to be followed in order to be a virtuous and dignified woman. Becoming a vampire betrayed these values - she was revolted with her inability to control her thirst, and the violence she would unwillingly inflict on others. Though Ava disliked hurting others, it wasn’t so much that she cared tremendously for the lives of her victims, but rather how it damaged her self-image.

On a surface level, Ava is confident, to the point of arrogance, stemming from her inflexible belief that she is better than other people. She had been raised to think as such, and this view hadn’t changed much through the years, though she’s learned to be quieter about this certain opinion. She rarely feels a need to flaunt or brag, as her lofty pride is simply a deeply rooted principle of her character. Despite this side of Ava, she is a private person, and seldom speaks of her past or feelings. Her views on life make it difficult for her to become close with others - Ava holds a contempt for humans only dwarfed by her aversion to the supernatural.

》H i s t o r y

Ava was born as a noblewoman in the 17th century, to the House of La Trémoille. She was the youngest child out of three girls and two boys - a rather large family. Her father had an adequate amount of power in the french court, allowing Ava and her siblings to enjoy a degree of luxury. She had a lavish upbringing, compared to most, though her high status came with a plethora of expectations. Ava was raised to become a poised, elegant lady, in order to maximize her chances of finding a good suitor, and become a source of pride for her family. Her life was filled with lessons in etiquette, dance, music, and embroidery, and once she became of age, Ava would begin participating in balls and other high society affairs.

Simply put, Ava’s life followed a prescribed agenda. She was betrothed at 12 years of age to the son of a count, and married him several years later. She lived obediently, as she was told, and held true to her teachings, though she quite enjoyed the social aspect of noble life as well - before turning into a vampire, Ava was quite a cheerful and affectionate girl. Attending balls, tea parties, and other functions was the highlight of her youth, and served as a respite from her many lessons. Ava was spoiled - not as much as daughters from more noble families, but as expected for any member of the nobility. Whenever she wanted a new dress or set of jewelry, her family was quick to accommodate her demands. If not her family, she had servants that catered to many of her whims and inclinations.

At the age of 21, Ava had her first and only child, a son she named Albert. She loved her boy, and spoiled him in the same way she was brought up. Albert had a nanny and servants too, who usually took on most of the laborious responsibilities of parenting. This freed up much of Ava’s time, allowing her to continue her lifestyle of extravagant socializing. She frequently attended salons, which were gatherings of men and women, normally hosted by women, meant for the exchange of ideas through discussion.

There was a certain man at these events, that Ava understood to be the third or fourth son of a less powerful family, who seemed to fancy Ava quite a bit. She was appalled by his efforts of courtship, knowing that she was a married woman, and continued to reject his advances. It seemed that he took great offense to this - he believed that the solution to his predicament was to turn Ava into a vampire like himself. That way, she would have no choice but to leave her family for him.

He attacked in the spring - he thought Ava would appreciate the poetic symbolism behind his choice in timing, to represent Ava’s new beginning. He first forced her to ingest his blood, before slowly tightening his grip on Ava’s throat, to complete the transformation.

When Ava awoke, she didn’t understand why she was alive. A vivid coldness sheathed her entire being, and everything around her seemed to attack her senses. The streams of sunlight that gathered in the room singed Ava’s skin, she could hear the whispers of servants down the hall as if they were speaking next to her ears. Colors around the room were so saturated and detailed it had begun to hurt.

Ava was immediately seen by a doctor, and was told she was severely ill without much explanation as to why. Initially, Ava managed to hold back by sheer willpower, though her condition worsened. Her head hurt so much she grew violent, as if throwing vases and breaking the wooden frame of her bed with one hand would alleviate her pain. Ava hardly had time to acknowledge her newfound strength in this state of agony. It wasn’t until a full day later, when impulse grew stronger than reason, that Ava couldn’t hold back her ferocious thirst, and attacked the first servant that attended to her that morning.

Ava fled. She wasn’t sure what happened after, or what her husband and family believed, but she ran far enough that she didn’t end up finding out. During this time, Ava tried desperately to fight the animalistic desire to feed, only to end up attacking those around her in blind frenzies. She spent a long time wandering, cursing the wretched fate the higher powers have bestowed upon her. She didn’t believe she committed any sin heavy enough to warrant becoming a monster, and considered ending her life before the blood of more innocents tainted her hands.

Eventually, Ava put herself together. She reluctantly lived in a remote village, for a while, secretly feeding on its inhabitants every so often, choosing to feed while sane instead of regressing to blind assault. She disliked the savage notion of biting into flesh, and would drink from cuts she inflicted on her victims. Every few years, she moved to a new town, a new country, and built a new identity in each place. She lived the lifestyle of a commoner for most of these identities, much to her absolute disgust, before slowly rebuilding the wealth she once enjoyed. Over time, Ava spent her time trying different methods to regain a sense of humanity as well. She realized quickly that animal blood was insufficient, and keeping a weaker vampire locked up for food purposes didn’t work that well either. Defeated in her search of an alternative, Ava listlessly continued existing, place to place.

In certain moments of her long life, Ava also encountered members of both the Sinclaire Foundation and the Sanguine Moon clan, each inviting her to their cause. Ava’s resentment towards vampires kept her away, though she accepted a few requests from the Sinclaire Foundation to dispose of unchecked members in exchange for money. She was an older and therefore stronger vampire at that point, and she was delighted at the idea of killing one of her kin.

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》C l a n
Loner, but not completely opposed to joining either clan.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten in 17th century France.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Ava Marseille

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Born Élisabeth-Marie de La Trémoille, unknown to most, but goes by Ava Marseille
Age: About 400 ish, appears to be in her mid twenties
Date of Birth: Sometime in the 1600’s
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: France

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Color: Silver/Platinum blonde
Hair Length: A little past her shoulders
Skin Color: A pale ivory
Eye Color: Grey
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

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》 R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Nope
Siblings' Status: Deceased
Parents' Status: Deceased
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 3
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 2

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Alcohol
✡ Her own appearance, makeup and fashion
✡ Coffee
✡ Books, literature

Dislikes:
✡ Vampires
✡ Pain, physical and emotional
✡ Herself, in a way
✡ People
✡ Naivety

Hobbies:
✡ Reading
✡ Occasionally killing vampires
✡ Spending time alone in cafes or libraries
✡ Making latte art and other beverages

Skills:
✡ Centuries of slipping in and out of places has made Ava rather skilled at stealth
✡ Speaks a few languages, notably French, English, and Spanish.
✡ Flexibility
✡ Ignoring the presence of others

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

The first detail people notice about Ava is the disinterested expression on her face. She’s calm and collected most of the time, able to control her anger rather well - though she is quick to show contempt if someone displeases her. There might have been a time when Ava smiled more, but the many long years of her life as a vampire have weighed heavily on her. Despite her youthful appearance, her aura betrays this disguise, displaying openly her weariness and indifference towards life. She had enjoyed her life as a human, and consequently, it took decades before Ava was able to come to terms with what she had become. Underneath, Ava continues to harbor a twisted sense of resentment for the evil nature of vampires, which surfaces in Ava’s repulsion of vampire-kind, though she does not always openly express it.

Regardless of the centuries that have gone by, Ava continues to struggle between her two identities as human and monster. In her life as a human, Ava was raised with strict values and morals, influenced by the church and her status as a noblewoman. These teachings had imbued in her a stubborn pride, and a set of beliefs that were to be followed in order to be a virtuous and dignified woman. Becoming a vampire betrayed these values - she was revolted with her inability to control her thirst, and the violence she would unwillingly inflict on others. Though Ava disliked hurting others, it wasn’t so much that she cared tremendously for the lives of her victims, but rather how it damaged her self-image.

On a surface level, Ava is confident, to the point of arrogance, stemming from her inflexible belief that she is better than other people. She had been raised to think as such, and this view hadn’t changed much through the years, though she’s learned to be quieter about this certain opinion. She rarely feels a need to flaunt or brag, as her lofty pride is simply a deeply rooted principle of her character. Despite this side of Ava, she is a private person, and seldom speaks of her past or feelings. Her views on life make it difficult for her to become close with others - Ava holds a contempt for humans only dwarfed by her aversion to the supernatural.

》H i s t o r y

Ava was born as a noblewoman in the 17th century, to the House of La Trémoille. She was the youngest child out of three girls and two boys - a rather large family. Her father had an adequate amount of power in the french court, allowing Ava and her siblings to enjoy a degree of luxury. She had a lavish upbringing, compared to most, though her high status came with a plethora of expectations. Ava was raised to become a poised, elegant lady, in order to maximize her chances of finding a good suitor, and become a source of pride for her family. Her life was filled with lessons in etiquette, dance, music, and embroidery, and once she became of age, Ava would begin participating in balls and other high society affairs.

Simply put, Ava’s life followed a prescribed agenda. She was betrothed at 12 years of age to the son of a count, and married him several years later. She lived obediently, as she was told, and held true to her teachings, though she quite enjoyed the social aspect of noble life as well - before turning into a vampire, Ava was quite a cheerful and affectionate girl. Attending balls, tea parties, and other functions was the highlight of her youth, and served as a respite from her many lessons. Ava was spoiled - not as much as daughters from more noble families, but as expected for any member of the nobility. Whenever she wanted a new dress or set of jewelry, her family was quick to accommodate her demands. If not her family, she had servants that catered to many of her whims and inclinations.

At the age of 21, Ava had her first and only child, a son she named Albert. She loved her boy, and spoiled him in the same way she was brought up. Albert had a nanny and servants too, who usually took on most of the laborious responsibilities of parenting. This freed up much of Ava’s time, allowing her to continue her lifestyle of extravagant socializing. She frequently attended salons, which were gatherings of men and women, normally hosted by women, meant for the exchange of ideas through discussion.

There was a certain man at these events, that Ava understood to be the third or fourth son of a less powerful family, who seemed to fancy Ava quite a bit. She was appalled by his efforts of courtship, knowing that she was a married woman, and continued to reject his advances. It seemed that he took great offense to this - he believed that the solution to his predicament was to turn Ava into a vampire like himself. That way, she would have no choice but to leave her family for him.

He attacked in the spring - he thought Ava would appreciate the poetic symbolism behind his choice in timing, to represent Ava’s new beginning. He first forced her to ingest his blood, before slowly tightening his grip on Ava’s throat, to complete the transformation.

When Ava awoke, she didn’t understand why she was alive. A vivid coldness sheathed her entire being, and everything around her seemed to attack her senses. The streams of sunlight that gathered in the room singed Ava’s skin, she could hear the whispers of servants down the hall as if they were speaking next to her ears. Colors around the room were so saturated and detailed it had begun to hurt.

Ava was immediately seen by a doctor, and was told she was severely ill without much explanation as to why. Initially, Ava managed to hold back by sheer willpower, though her condition worsened. Her head hurt so much she grew violent, as if throwing vases and breaking the wooden frame of her bed with one hand would alleviate her pain. Ava hardly had time to acknowledge her newfound strength in this state of agony. It wasn’t until a full day later, when impulse grew stronger than reason, that Ava couldn’t hold back her ferocious thirst, and attacked the first servant that attended to her that morning.

Ava fled. She wasn’t sure what happened after, or what her husband and family believed, but she ran far enough that she didn’t end up finding out. During this time, Ava tried desperately to fight the animalistic desire to feed, only to end up attacking those around her in blind frenzies. She spent a long time wandering, cursing the wretched fate the higher powers have bestowed upon her. She didn’t believe she committed any sin heavy enough to warrant becoming a monster, and considered ending her life before the blood of more innocents tainted her hands.

Eventually, Ava put herself together. She reluctantly lived in a remote village, for a while, secretly feeding on its inhabitants every so often, choosing to feed while sane instead of regressing to blind assault. She disliked the savage notion of biting into flesh, and would drink from cuts she inflicted on her victims. Every few years, she moved to a new town, a new country, and built a new identity in each place. She lived the lifestyle of a commoner for most of these identities, much to her absolute disgust, before slowly rebuilding the wealth she once enjoyed. Over time, Ava spent her time trying different methods to regain a sense of humanity as well. She realized quickly that animal blood was insufficient, and keeping a weaker vampire locked up for food purposes didn’t work that well either. Defeated in her search of an alternative, Ava listlessly continued existing, place to place.

In certain moments of her long life, Ava also encountered members of both the Sinclaire Foundation and the Sanguine Moon clan, each inviting her to their cause. Ava’s resentment towards vampires kept her away, though she accepted a few requests from the Sinclaire Foundation to dispose of unchecked members in exchange for money. She was an older and therefore stronger vampire at that point, and she was delighted at the idea of killing one of her kin.

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》C l a n
Loner, but not completely opposed to joining either clan.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten in 17th century France.

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Vampire: Ava Marseille

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Born Élisabeth-Marie de La Trémoille, unknown to most, but goes by Ava Marseille
Age: About 400 ish, appears to be in her mid twenties
Date of Birth: Sometime in the 1600’s
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: France

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Color: Silver/Platinum blonde
Hair Length: A little past her shoulders
Skin Color: A pale ivory
Eye Color: Grey
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

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》 R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Nope
Siblings' Status: Deceased
Parents' Status: Deceased
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 3
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 2

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Alcohol
✡ Her own appearance, makeup and fashion
✡ Coffee
✡ Books, literature

Dislikes:
✡ Vampires
✡ Pain, physical and emotional
✡ Herself, in a way
✡ People
✡ Naivety

Hobbies:
✡ Reading
✡ Occasionally killing vampires
✡ Spending time alone in cafes or libraries
✡ Making latte art and other beverages

Skills:
✡ Centuries of slipping in and out of places has made Ava rather skilled at stealth
✡ Speaks a few languages, notably French, English, and Spanish.
✡ Flexibility
✡ Ignoring the presence of others

---

》P e r s o n a l i t y

The first detail people notice about Ava is the disinterested expression on her face. She’s calm and collected most of the time, able to control her anger rather well - though she is quick to show contempt if someone displeases her. There might have been a time when Ava smiled more, but the many long years of her life as a vampire have weighed heavily on her. Despite her youthful appearance, her aura betrays this disguise, displaying openly her weariness and indifference towards life. She had enjoyed her life as a human, and consequently, it took decades before Ava was able to come to terms with what she had become. Underneath, Ava continues to harbor a twisted sense of resentment for the evil nature of vampires, which surfaces in Ava’s repulsion of vampire-kind, though she does not always openly express it.

Regardless of the centuries that have gone by, Ava continues to struggle between her two identities as human and monster. In her life as a human, Ava was raised with strict values and morals, influenced by the church and her status as a noblewoman. These teachings had imbued in her a stubborn pride, and a set of beliefs that were to be followed in order to be a virtuous and dignified woman. Becoming a vampire betrayed these values - she was revolted with her inability to control her thirst, and the violence she would unwillingly inflict on others. Though Ava disliked hurting others, it wasn’t so much that she cared tremendously for the lives of her victims, but rather how it damaged her self-image.

On a surface level, Ava is confident, to the point of arrogance, stemming from her inflexible belief that she is better than other people. She had been raised to think as such, and this view hadn’t changed much through the years, though she’s learned to be quieter about this certain opinion. She rarely feels a need to flaunt or brag, as her lofty pride is simply a deeply rooted principle of her character. Despite this side of Ava, she is a private person, and seldom speaks of her past or feelings. Her views on life make it difficult for her to become close with others - Ava holds a contempt for humans only dwarfed by her aversion to the supernatural.

》H i s t o r y

Ava was born as a noblewoman in the 17th century, to the House of La Trémoille. She was the second daughter out of three girls, in addition to two brothers as well - a rather large family. Her father had an adequate amount of power in the french court, allowing Ava and her siblings to enjoy a degree of luxury. She had a lavish upbringing, compared to most, though her high status came with a plethora of expectations. Ava was raised to become a poised, elegant lady, in order to maximize her chances of finding a good suitor, and become a source of pride for her family. Her life was filled with lessons in etiquette, dance, music, and embroidery, and once she became of age, Ava would begin participating in balls and other high society affairs.

Simply put, Ava’s life followed a prescribed agenda. She was betrothed at 12 years of age to the son of a count, and married him several years later. She lived obediently, as she was told, and held true to her teachings, though she quite enjoyed the social aspect of noble life as well - before turning into a vampire, Ava was quite a cheerful and affectionate girl. Attending balls, tea parties, and other functions was the highlight of her youth, and served as a respite from her many lessons. Ava was spoiled - not as much as daughters from more noble families, but as expected for any member of the nobility. Whenever she wanted a new dress or set of jewelry, her family was quick to accommodate her demands. If not her family, she had servants that catered to many of her whims and inclinations.

At the age of 21, Ava had her first and only child, a son she named Albert. She loved her boy, and spoiled him in the same way she was brought up. Albert had a nanny and servants too, who usually took on most of the laborious responsibilities of parenting. This freed up much of Ava’s time, allowing her to continue her lifestyle of extravagant socializing. She frequently attended salons, which were gatherings of men and women, normally hosted by women, meant for the exchange of ideas through discussion.

There was a certain man at these events, that Ava understood to be the third or fourth son of a less powerful family, who seemed to fancy Ava quite a bit. She was appalled by his efforts of courtship, knowing that she was a married woman, and continued to reject his advances. It seemed that he took great offense to this - he believed that the solution to his predicament was to turn Ava into a vampire like himself. That way, she would have no choice but to leave her family for him.

He attacked in the spring - he thought Ava would appreciate the poetic symbolism behind his choice in timing, to represent Ava’s new beginning. He first forced her to ingest his blood, before slowly tightening his grip on Ava’s throat, to complete the transformation.

When Ava awoke, she didn’t understand why she was alive. A vivid coldness sheathed her entire being, and everything around her seemed to attack her senses. The streams of sunlight that gathered in the room singed Ava’s skin, she could hear the whispers of servants down the hall as if they were speaking next to her ears. Colors around the room were so saturated and detailed it had begun to hurt.

Ava was immediately seen by a doctor, and was told she was severely ill without much explanation as to why. Initially, Ava managed to hold back by sheer willpower, though her condition worsened. Her head hurt so much she grew violent, as if throwing vases and breaking the wooden frame of her bed with one hand would alleviate her pain. Ava hardly had time to acknowledge her newfound strength in this state of agony. It wasn’t until a full day later, when impulse grew stronger than reason, that Ava couldn’t hold back her ferocious thirst, and attacked the first servant that attended to her that morning.

Ava fled. She wasn’t sure what happened after, or what her husband and family believed, but she ran far enough that she didn’t end up finding out. During this time, Ava tried desperately to fight the animalistic desire to feed, only to end up attacking those around her in blind frenzies. She spent a long time wandering, cursing the wretched fate the higher powers have bestowed upon her. She didn’t believe she committed any sin heavy enough to warrant becoming a monster, and considered ending her life before the blood of more innocents tainted her hands.

Eventually, Ava put herself together. She reluctantly lived in a remote village, for a while, secretly feeding on its inhabitants every so often, choosing to feed while sane instead of regressing to blind assault. She disliked the savage notion of biting into flesh, and would drink from cuts she inflicted on her victims. Every few years, she moved to a new town, a new country, and built a new identity in each place. She lived the lifestyle of a commoner for most of these identities, much to her absolute disgust, before slowly rebuilding the wealth she once enjoyed. Over time, Ava spent her time trying different methods to regain a sense of humanity as well. She realized quickly that animal blood was insufficient, and keeping a weaker vampire locked up for food purposes didn’t work that well either. Defeated in her search of an alternative, Ava listlessly continued existing, place to place.

In certain moments of her long life, Ava also encountered members of both the Sinclaire Foundation and the Sanguine Moon clan, each inviting her to their cause. Ava’s resentment towards vampires kept her away, though she accepted a few requests from the Sinclaire Foundation to dispose of unchecked members in exchange for money. She was an older and therefore stronger vampire at that point, and she was delighted at the idea of killing one of her kin.

---

》C l a n
Loner, but not completely opposed to joining either clan.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten in 17th century France.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

AND

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Mason blinked twice. The stranger stood at the entrance in wait of a response, but her words were left to hang in the air. And in that moment, his thoughts raced.

Just seconds ago, when the door had barely opened a sliver, on instinct, his mind had begun to fill itself with as many different scenarios as the small window of time could allow - realistic or not - in order to prepare himself for the worst. This was far from the worst. In fact, the peculiar sight had actually eased a bit of the tension he felt, once he was able to process it. What a strangely mundane image to see in a place like this: a slightly dazed young woman with her hair disheveled and eyes that longed for more sleep, wrapped snugly in a blanket to fend off the morning chill. Had she just gotten out of bed? If he hadn’t been so stressed just a minute ago, he would’ve let out a small chuckle, though his expression had softened a bit. She looked frightened.

“Oh! I...uhh...no-” Yeah. He hadn’t spoken to anyone for 3 weeks; he took a deep breath and straightened his posture.

“No. Actually, I’m not a part of any group. I was hiding from the Boyz; you know em’? Those trigger-happy thugs out there.” His diction was notably fast, with a serious but relaxed tone. “And I uhh...only realized I wandered into somebody else’s turf after it was too late. Are you a part of em’? The Gal- something or other? If so uh- sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled meekly as he spoke, allowing his voice to sound a bit friendlier by the end.

Upon hearing the man speak in a flurry of somewhat anxious verbiage, Hana’s tensed shoulders dropped slightly. She figured she didn’t look very threatening wrapped like a burrito with her blanket in tow, seeing that the man didn’t seem too alarmed by her sudden entrance.

“Oh, yeah. We’re called the Gal Pals, but not because I agreed with it.” Hana let out a small chuckle, maintaining her wariness of the man as she spoke. “I don’t know about the Boyz but I think they’re the ones that just attacked us...”

Hana paused for a second; it seemed like the roaring of gunfire had ceased for the moment. It was likely that several of the members of the Gal Pals decided to jump into action to ward them off. Most of the members, if not all, had some kind of cool offensive ability which were useful for scenarios like this anyway.

“I have a feeling the others are fighting them right now. They’re-” Hana abruptly silenced her phrase and noticed her mistake in the middle of it, before speaking again, at a softer volume. “I mean, we’re Deltahumans, so, I don’t think the Boyz are going to last long.” She laughed, nervously.

Mason hesitated; due to the nature of his Delta ability, he wasn’t too keen on disclosing his power to just anyone. This person seemed genuine, but it was too early to fully trust her, and he had yet to see any other members of her group. Then again, because there were too many unknowns, it would be difficult to justify acting in complete secrecy, if exchanging information between them could prove more helpful for their safety.

However, before he could produce another thought, a low, thunder-like pulse sounded in the distance and in a moment, grew uncomfortably closeby. An...explosion? He dashed forward towards the doorway the young woman had been standing in and pushed her into the hallway along with him as the window panes behind them were shattered by the blast, bursting into the room with deafening clangs.

He took a second to recover a bit before he slammed his back to the wall and slid down into a loose sitting position, hand placed over his pounding heart as he let out a deep exhale.

“Was...was that- one of your friends?” he asked with a shaky smile, betrayed by the panic in his voice. “Oh and uh- you okay? I don’t regularly like shovin’ people around but, my body just sorta moved on its own.” He averted his gaze in embarrassment.

Before Hana realized, she fell onto the floor with a thud, masked by the shattering of window panes where she once stood. It took a minute for Hana’s thought process to catch up with reality and take in what had just happened, only snapping out of her daze when the man had breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh my god.” Hana peeked through the door at the shattered glass fragments, now strewn across the hardwood flooring. “Y-yeah, I think that might have been someone in the Gal Pals, but I don’t know all their abilities yet. It might have been someone named Frances, maybe? I guess your initial impression of us isn’t the best.” She ended her phrase with another nervous chuckle.

“Um, thanks for that, by the way.” Hana gave the man a bashful glance. Her hair had become more disheveled from being pushed into the hallway, so she quickly smoothed out what she could and tucked stray strands behind her ear. “I’m Hana by the way.” She stretched a timid hand from her blue, fleece wrapping, inviting the man to shake it.

“Heh. No problem.” Amused by the look Hana gave him, he let out a small laugh to match hers before he gave her a quick but firm - almost business-like - handshake. “Mason.”

Having regained his composure, he slid the same hand back into his pocket and raised one of his eyebrows at her remark about the explosion. “Hmm. You...think? You don’t sound very sure. And nah- I don’t even know enough about the Gal Pals right now to form an opinion on ‘em.” He sighed as he stood back up.

“Hey.” He lowered his voice and spoke with more urgency, gazing at the end of the hall in deliberation. “It’s gotten quieter; the bullets’ve died down but, it’s a bit early to celebrate. In any case, Hana, you obviously know your group much better than I do. Should we head to where they are?”

“Yeah, why not?” Hana smiled as she got up, dusting herself off in the process. “Hopefully they’re done blowing things up.”

Hana led Mason down the corridor, blanket in tow, towards the stairs that would lead to the roof, where she knew Jack and Yoko usually were. She was surprised, however, that he seemed willing to head towards a group of people that objectively seemed violent and destructive, from what had just happened.

“Say, what makes you interested in meeting them? Are you looking for a group to stick with?” She paused, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow as she walked. “I mean, I hear opinion on the street about Deltahumans aren’t exactly kind - well, we were just caught up in an explosion made by one…”

Mason was a bit disturbed by the nonchalance in her tone when she referred to her group blowing things up, but he shrugged it off - mostly; perhaps something like that was normal now.

“Mmm...Honestly? I don’t mind. Tryin’ to survive on your own gets pretty boring so, why not? And I mean, not that it matters but...I’m a Deltahuman too.” He smirked mischievously.

Hana gasped, “Oh?” She felt relief knowing that Mason was a Deltahuman too. They’re less likely to judge, since they’re in the same position. “If - if you don’t mind me asking, what are your abilities?”

Of course, it was that question. Given the circumstances, he’d rather provide an answer than avoid it, albeit a short one.

“Ah, it’s nothing special. It doesn’t actually do anything on its own. It’s a buff, basically. When I activate it, I can make a Deltahuman’s ability stronger.” She didn't need to know the details, but simply knowing about it could benefit them both, though it would depend on what ability she had. “So? What about you? What’s your ability?”

Hana expected the question to be reflected back to her, but she still felt a little uncomfortable answering. Despite being a Deltahuman, she felt like her ability was barely a pass to qualify as one, yet, she didn’t classify as a regular human either. It was funny though, that Mason’s power seemed to be the antithesis of her own.

Hana let out a laugh, this time without a nervous undertone. “Your abilities are the opposite of mine! I- well, my ability isn’t much. I can nullify someone’s abilities when I touch them. Kind of like, um, those collars FAMA agents use, sometimes.”

Mason followed up her laugh with one of his own, though a much more controlled one. It was nice to hear her loosen up, considering what had happened just a few minutes ago.

A nullification power, huh. She downplayed it, but the devil’s in the details; it could even be dangerous. He wasn’t sure if Hana had deliberately undermined her own ability or not, though the latter seemed more likely given her behaviour so far.

“Wait, so you’re telling me...people like the one who just conjured a god damn explosion, you can stop them-” He snapped his fingers. “Just like that? And here you are sayin’ it isn’t much?...How do you nullify somebody’s power anyway?”

Hana was surprised at Mason’s interest in her ability - in contrast with her own disinterest in it. “W-well, I don’t think I would be able to stop the explosion if it’s already happening, but I can prevent - or rather, delay - someone from making it in the first place, if I have some kind of physical contact with them anyway.”

Before Hana had the chance to go more in-depth with her explanation, they had arrived on the roof where Jack and Yoko were. To her surprise, there was a third party who Hana didn’t recognize standing in front of them, by the entrance to the roof. It was likely she arrived there a bit before them - she had her arms raised, looking at Jack.

Hana instinctively stopped in her tracks, backing into Mason unintentionally. She tilted her head towards him and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Oops. I think we just walked into something.”

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

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A cool breeze that wafted through a bullet hole in a window had found its way to Hana’s resting place, waking her as her body shivered in response. There was a blue fleece blanket piled on the ground by the couch where Hana slept, probably having fallen there during the night. No wonder I’m so goddamn cold, Hana cursed to herself as she picked up the rag and wrapped herself in it. She sighed, placing her hands by her temples, as if massaging away pain. With her eyes closed, Hana desperately grabbed for the remnants of sleep that hadn’t quite left her body yet. There’s that feeling everyone gets - you know, when you abruptly wake up from a good dream, and you close your eyes again in hopes of resuming it, stubbornly refusing to let reality interrupt the moment. Right now, Hana was stubborn - in her dreams were visions, escapes into the past, the mundanities that Hana regretted taking for granted. She could remember what happened the day LA turned upside down - it started like any other.

~

Hana had a homemade iced americano in hand, like usual, as she read through the notifications that had piled up on her phone from the night and morning before. Her latest instagram post has amassed a measly 754 likes over two days - a stark decline from the one previous to it. She knitted her eyebrows in frustration. Her followers had now idea how long it took her to meticulously lay out her jewelry, perfume bottles, and flowers on a marble vanity to get the perfect shot. Well, whatever, Hana sighed in defeat, wiping the condensation from the iced drink on her pyjama pants before proceeding to delete the post.

It was a little past 2 PM, from what Hana could remember, when she arrived to the lecture hall with about 200 other students. The professor was setting up for class at the podium while the students engaged in mindless drivel. Then, a small tremor interrupted the atmosphere. A general air of confusion spread as the ground continued to shake, freezing everyone in the room. It felt like the calm before the storm - everyone looked at one another, in silence, save for the clattering pens and Starbucks tumblers that rolled off the many tables. By the time the quaking had grown in severity, it was already a little too late. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling began breaking off from its hinges, and streams of plaster and dust flowed freely down on the students, who frantically bolted to the exits of the auditorium.

The crowds around the sole two exits grew increasingly violent as anxiety and fear overruled rational thought. Hana trembled at the thought of getting trampled to death or being crushed by falling debris, but she mustered enough courage to push through the horde. Outside the lecture building, the hysteria was worse. People dashed left and right to find shelter from the crumbling infrastructure, though the shaking of the ground threw many off balance as they rushed about. Hana was utterly lost in the panic - she ran, but had no clear destination, only following where others seemed to be going. She remembered the pounding of her own heartbeat more vividly than whatever thoughts swam through her head during all of this, but she eventually found herself sitting with a bunch of students on a large grassy patch of campus. The next thing Hana knew, she was spending her days and nights in a makeshift relief shelter at the university.

Then, a little under three months later, Hana found herself with the GalPals (as Jack called them). She only joined the group recently, a few days ago, since the college campus began running out of supplies. Groups of college students began branching out to look for food, water, and other necessities elsewhere, and Hana had initially left with some friends too. As much as she wanted to stay with familiar faces, the chaos, strife, and destruction in the city raised tensions and distrust between gangs and groups. Some were vehemently anti-deltahuman, and had managed to get their hands on delta-point energy detectors to scan new members coming into their settlement. Hana didn’t see any other option aside from leaving her friends if she didn't want to out herself as a harbinger of carnage, or so some humans viewed it, and thus slipped away from them one night.

~

Before Hana could get up on her own, the thunderous sound of gunfire did it for her. She erupted from her seated position with a jolt, taking a second to remember to breathe. Loud shouting followed the gunfire. Hana couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it appeared to be coming from the north face of the building. The room she currently resided in had windows facing north, allowing her to hear much of the havoc.

“Ahh,” a nervous noise came from Hana as her body fell victim to panic and chills. She shook her hands for a quick second, as if attempting to rid her appendages of the weakness and numbness that took over them. She kept the blanket wrapped around her as she escaped the north-facing room, to search for a place to hide far away from the violence. It sounded like members of the GalPals joined in on the fight, but Hana had no intention of getting herself killed.

Hana’s hasty feet had carried her to a room as far south as she could go within the building. She didn’t think twice about entering the room, quickly bursting through and slamming the door behind her. That’s when Hana realized, much to her shock, that she wasn’t alone.

“Uh. H-hi,” Hana wrapped the blue blanket around her more tightly, hiding a part of her face behind the fabric. The man that stood in front of her was slightly intimidating. He towered over her in height, covered in tattoos and piercings. Despite his stature, he looked as shocked as Hana was, and seemed to be hiding from the gunfire as well. “Are you...part of the Gal-” Hana stopped herself from saying the awkward title, “I mean, are you with the group that lives here?”

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Hana Kim

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Hi, nice to meet you! I’m Hana ✿"

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Hana Kim

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

@hana_hana on her social media handles

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

22

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"A girl’s gotta look good!"

▼ | P H Y S I C A L S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5’5”
▸ WEIGHT : | 108
▸ ETHNICITY : | Korean
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Naturally, black - currently, pink.
▸ EYE COLOR : | Dark brown, almost black.

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Hana puts a lot of care in her appearance. While she admits a likely contributing factor to this behaviour is her own vanity, she places part of the blame on the influence of South Korean culture, having spent three years there in her youth. Beauty is a highly valued currency in that country - being beautiful equated to success. After learning this growing up, Hana placed a lot of value in maintaining a good image in public. Her morning routine wouldn’t be complete without a skincare routine, an application of makeup, and a hairstyle of some kind.

Hana’s biggest pride is her skin. She sports a milky complexion, free of blemishes, though two moles dot her face - one under her eye, another on the opposing cheek. Hundreds of dollars had been invested in skincare for its upkeep, and it seemed to be doing the trick. More was spent on Hana’s round, slightly down-turned eyes, to surgically correct the uneven eyelids she was born with. Plastic surgery was as common in Los Angeles as in South Korea, the two places she grew up in. As a result, it was never a difficult decision to go through with it.

At 5’5”, Hana is average height, though on the taller end by asian standards. She’s rather slim, a weight she maintains by trying trending crash diets every now and then despite being aware of how unhealthy they are. Her long pink hair, slightly dry and frizzy from the chemical processing, grazes the middle of her back. She has a medium-sized tattoo of peonies that wraps around her upper right arm.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Hana’s fashion has two moods, and occasionally, they mix. The more favoured half of her closet has a monochromatic palette - mostly black fabrics, with some variety of greys sprinkled in. Her darker clothes are mostly in a streetwear style, with some professional attire included as well. In contrast, the remainder of Hana’s closet displays a girly aesthetic. This part of her closet is dominated by white, beige, and pale pink fabrics, with ruffles and lace to boot.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"I wish everything would just return to normal."

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

On the surface, Hana is cheerful and animated, with a dimpled smile on her face on most days. She appears extroverted and friendly, and makes an effort to be kind to people. Though Hana believes she’s a good person, a small part of her is aware that her kindness is not completely altruistic - she has a deep-rooted desire for others to like her. Hana is selfish, though she isn’t self-aware enough to notice, or prefers not to admit it, and ultimately acts for her own benefit before anything else. This trait surfaces in subtle ways; for example, she probably wouldn’t take sides in a conflict between two friends, even if one was more in the wrong, to avoid being antagonised by the other. In another scenario, Hana might ask how someone’s day went with the intention that they’d reflect the question back to her.

Underneath the smiles and enthusiasm, Hana is emotional, to say the least. She’s easily angered if something doesn’t go her way, though she’s in no way vengeful. Her habit is to internalize the conflicts in her life and bottle it up, which ends up affecting her overall mood. She generally doesn’t outwardly display internal distress, but when she’s upset, she becomes more distant and apathetic towards other people.

▼ | SKILLS : |

Bilingual: Having grown up in two different countries, Hana can speak English and Korean.

Finance: As a finance major, Hana knows her way around a spreadsheet - well, to the extent of any other university student.

Personal Care: It’s a skill completely useless to the Deltahuman-related crisis in LA right now, but Hana knows her way around skincare, makeup, and taking care of her appearance.

Anti-Chef: If you ask Hana to cook something, she can somehow inexplicably make food taste bad, and leave a mess behind while doing so.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

(very mundane, civilian backstory up ahead)

Hana was born in Los Angeles, to two immigrant parents. They had migrated to the states for work, after some convincing from relatives who had moved there some years before them. Though they struggled initially learning English, Hana’s parents eventually settled down and decided to have children once their finances were more stable. After some effort, Hana was born. Three years later, the Kims’ gave birth to her younger sister, Yoona.

For a while, Hana’s childhood was normal. She grew up on Disney movies and sugary cereal, attended a local elementary school, and felt like becoming a princess when she grew up. Sure, she was a little spoiled, even though her family was in no means living in the lap of luxury. Evidence of her lavish childhood could easily be seen in her bedroom - its walls were painted pink, and a fairytale-esque canopy hovered above her bed, covered in stuffed animals. Yoona’s bedroom was styled in a similar fashion. Their rooms were the envy of her friends at school, a fact Hana took pride in.

When Hana was seven years old, her parents had a divorce. It was messy, from what she can remember. The roar of her parents’ arguments shook the house at night, and oftentimes, one of them would leave the house and not return for days. There was a lot of confusion in this chapter of Hana’s life, and she found that a lot more responsibility was being placed on her shoulders. Chores were being neglected, and home cooked meals were replaced with twenty dollar bills for takeout or pizza. Hana became a little more independent during this time, albeit much more temperamental.

Hana and her sister were split up once their parents finalized the divorce. Hana stayed with mom, and Yoona stayed with dad, and they swapped places every weekend, for a time. Their lives were a lot different now - the dreamlike, pink-themed bedroom was sold along with the home they grew up in, and Hana’s parents could no longer support giving her whatever she wanted. Learning to be rejected from time to time took its toll on Hana - she threw a lot of temper tantrums before realizing being angry wasn’t getting her anywhere. At some point, her dad decided to return to South Korea, taking Yoona with him, since she was young and likely more able to adapt to a new culture. The distance had created a physical and emotional rift between the siblings, and they haven’t been close since.

From age eleven to fourteen, Hana lived in South Korea as well. Her parents, though antagonistic toward each other, found value in having their children learn about their roots. However, as an insecure preteen, Hana felt discarded - first by her father who moved away, and now by her mother who shipped her halfway across the world, to an unfamiliar place. This is perhaps the origin of Hana’s self-serving personality now, and why she feels a need for attention.

Hana used social media and a string of terrible relationships to get the attention she sought so deeply. In high school, she began to amass a small following on Instagram - not enough to generate an income, but companies sent her free stuff to review every now and then. Needless to say, she became a little obsessive over her page’s statistics and numbers, and felt validated when her posts received an increasing amount of likes. You can say she had a similar attitude towards relationships in her high school years - she quickly fell for anyone who showered her with affection.

Hana discovered her powers unwittingly one day, in a fight an ex. He was a Deltahuman with a simple ability - he could manipulate the temperature of things he touched to drop and frost over. Occasionally, however, he used his ability on Hana, when they’d argue, when he’d get angry at her, or disagreed with something she did. Eventually, Hana had enough of her limbs freezing and wanted it to stop - and somehow, it did, for a moment, much to her ex’s confusion. She could feel that she was the cause - maybe it was the feeling of Delta-Point Energy flowing through her. As far as she knew, up until that moment, she wasn’t a Deltahuman. It occured to Hana that she was likely exposed to type-green energy as a child, and the power manifested over time.

Hana kept her ability a secret as much as she could, and figured out the extent of what she could do on her own, or with a trusted friend. She didn’t see much value in using her powers - they didn’t seem to have any useful purpose, and exposing herself as a Deltahuman could only invite negativity. Public opinion about Deltahumans was mixed, and Hana didn’t want it to tarnish the crafted appearance she presented of herself on social media. By all means, Hana lived her life like a regular human. She attended UCLA for their finance program, and was close to finishing her degree before shit hit the fan.

▼ | PERSONAL ARC : |

Hana’s arc will likely be personal development for the most part. With everything that’s happened, Hana is mostly confused and listless, now that her rather mundane plans of graduating college and finding a job have been thrown off-track. She wants to figure out what she wants to do.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Really? Of all the superpowers I could’ve had, I get this?!"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Green

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Hana’s power is simple, and doesn’t have too many uses. When she touches another Deltahuman with the intention to use her ability, she can nullify their powers for the time that she remains in physical contact with them, and the effect gradually wears off once contact is lost. So, for example, someone with fire manipulation abilities may find that they can only conjure a small flame equivalent to a lighter immediately after Hana lets go of them, and then a baseball-sized flame ten minutes later. From Hana’s own experimentation, the debuff effect seems to last about half an hour on average, before the affected Deltahuman regains their full strength. This ability also works on physical transformations, meaning it can force a transformed superhuman to their untransformed state, and cause a delay until they can transform again. In Hana’s opinion, the debuffing aftereffect is the only silver lining to her ability.

▼ | LIMITS : |

Hana must remain in physical contact for the nullification ability to take effect, after which is a delay of about half an hour before the affected Deltahuman is able to regain full power. Upon Hana coming in contact with someone, it takes about 1-2 seconds for the nullification to kick in. Her ability does not work on permanent transformations.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

While Hana’s ability is a potential inconvenience for many, she’s rather bitter that the invention of Suppressant-Collars have essentially rendered her abilities redundant. There isn’t much use for her to use her powers when a manufactured item can essentially do the same thing, packaged in a portable, wearable form.

The biggest limitation of Hana’s power is that she has to be in physical contact with someone for it to take effect. One look at Hana, and most people would chuckle at how laughably easy it would be to run away from her. She isn’t the most physically fit of Deltahumans, or humans in general, and staying away from her nullifying touch is a walk in the park. What seems to be more effective, in Hana’s experience, is using it on people who are unaware of her abilities. Half of the time, people don’t connect Hana’s playful pat on the back as the reason why they’ve temporarily lost their abilities.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"I hear Delta-crystals are basically a power up... Maybe if I get my hands on one, my power will be a little less useless."

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

So if the power like causes someone to grow wings they can't retract then that's yeah a permanent transform. There was one character I had that was basically half-frog and she couldn't transform back so yeah that'd be a permanent transformation. I'm just adding that stipulation because we had a lot of those characters and there's a bunch of logistics and bickering that result from it so I figured it'd be easier to just say she can't force them to change back (that sounds like a completely separate power!).

@Ghost Note

This makes a lot of sense. Thank you for clarifying! I will add that as a limitation.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

@Pink Khione She seems a little blase about being abused. lol

My only stipulation about power negation is that it shouldn't be able to reverse permanent transformations.

@Ghost Note

I kinda glossed over it yeah lol

What would be considered a permanent transformation, if you have any examples? I'm assuming Yoko's wyvern ability is not permanent since she can morph, but would a power like someone who can fly because they have wings be considered permanent?

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Hana Kim

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Hi, nice to meet you! I’m Hana ✿"

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Hana Kim

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

@hana_hana on her social media handles

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

22

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"A girl’s gotta look good!"

▼ | P H Y S I C A L S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5’5”
▸ WEIGHT : | 108
▸ ETHNICITY : | Korean
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Naturally, black - currently, pink.
▸ EYE COLOR : | Dark brown, almost black.

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Hana puts a lot of care in her appearance. While she admits a likely contributing factor to this behaviour is her own vanity, she places part of the blame on the influence of South Korean culture, having spent three years there in her youth. Beauty is a highly valued currency in that country - being beautiful equated to success. After learning this growing up, Hana placed a lot of value in maintaining a good image in public. Her morning routine wouldn’t be complete without a skincare routine, an application of makeup, and a hairstyle of some kind.

Hana’s biggest pride is her skin. She sports a milky complexion, free of blemishes, though two moles dot her face - one under her eye, another on the opposing cheek. Hundreds of dollars had been invested in skincare for its upkeep, and it seemed to be doing the trick. More was spent on Hana’s round, slightly down-turned eyes, to surgically correct the uneven eyelids she was born with. Plastic surgery was as common in Los Angeles as in South Korea, the two places she grew up in. As a result, it was never a difficult decision to go through with it.

At 5’5”, Hana is average height, though on the taller end by asian standards. She’s rather slim, a weight she maintains by trying trending crash diets every now and then despite being aware of how unhealthy they are. Her long pink hair, slightly dry and frizzy from the chemical processing, grazes the middle of her back. She has a medium-sized tattoo of peonies that wraps around her upper right arm.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Hana’s fashion has two moods, and occasionally, they mix. The more favoured half of her closet has a monochromatic palette - mostly black fabrics, with some variety of greys sprinkled in. Her darker clothes are mostly in a streetwear style, with some professional attire included as well. In contrast, the remainder of Hana’s closet displays a girly aesthetic. This part of her closet is dominated by white, beige, and pale pink fabrics, with ruffles and lace to boot.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"I wish everything would just return to normal."

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

On the surface, Hana is cheerful and animated, with a dimpled smile on her face on most days. She appears extroverted and friendly, and makes an effort to be kind to people. Though Hana believes she’s a good person, a small part of her is aware that her kindness is not completely altruistic - she has a deep-rooted desire for others to like her. Hana is selfish, though she isn’t self-aware enough to notice, or prefers not to admit it, and ultimately acts for her own benefit before anything else. This trait surfaces in subtle ways; for example, she probably wouldn’t take sides in a conflict between two friends, even if one was more in the wrong, to avoid being antagonised by the other. In another scenario, Hana might ask how someone’s day went with the intention that they’d reflect the question back to her.

Underneath the smiles and enthusiasm, Hana is emotional, to say the least. She’s easily angered if something doesn’t go her way, though she’s in no way vengeful. Her habit is to internalize the conflicts in her life and bottle it up, which ends up affecting her overall mood. She generally doesn’t outwardly display internal distress, but when she’s upset, she becomes more distant and apathetic towards other people.

▼ | SKILLS : |

Bilingual: Having grown up in two different countries, Hana can speak English and Korean.

Finance: As a finance major, Hana knows her way around a spreadsheet - well, to the extent of any other university student.

Personal Care: It’s a skill completely useless to the Deltahuman-related crisis in LA right now, but Hana knows her way around skincare, makeup, and taking care of her appearance.

Anti-Chef: If you ask Hana to cook something, she can somehow inexplicably make food taste bad, and leave a mess behind while doing so.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

(very mundane, civilian backstory up ahead)

Hana was born in Los Angeles, to two immigrant parents. They had migrated to the states for work, after some convincing from relatives who had moved there some years before them. Though they struggled initially learning English, Hana’s parents eventually settled down and decided to have children once their finances were more stable. After some effort, Hana was born. Three years later, the Kims’ gave birth to her younger sister, Yoona.

For a while, Hana’s childhood was normal. She grew up on Disney movies and sugary cereal, attended a local elementary school, and felt like becoming a princess when she grew up. Sure, she was a little spoiled, even though her family was in no means living in the lap of luxury. Evidence of her lavish childhood could easily be seen in her bedroom - its walls were painted pink, and a fairytale-esque canopy hovered above her bed, covered in stuffed animals. Yoona’s bedroom was styled in a similar fashion. Their rooms were the envy of her friends at school, a fact Hana took pride in.

When Hana was seven years old, her parents had a divorce. It was messy, from what she can remember. The roar of her parents’ arguments shook the house at night, and oftentimes, one of them would leave the house and not return for days. There was a lot of confusion in this chapter of Hana’s life, and she found that a lot more responsibility was being placed on her shoulders. Chores were being neglected, and home cooked meals were replaced with twenty dollar bills for takeout or pizza. Hana became a little more independent during this time, albeit much more temperamental.

Hana and her sister were split up once their parents finalized the divorce. Hana stayed with mom, and Yoona stayed with dad, and they swapped places every weekend, for a time. Their lives were a lot different now - the dreamlike, pink-themed bedroom was sold along with the home they grew up in, and Hana’s parents could no longer support giving her whatever she wanted. Learning to be rejected from time to time took its toll on Hana - she threw a lot of temper tantrums before realizing being angry wasn’t getting her anywhere. At some point, her dad decided to return to South Korea, taking Yoona with him, since she was young and likely more able to adapt to a new culture. The distance had created a physical and emotional rift between the siblings, and they haven’t been close since.

From age eleven to fourteen, Hana lived in South Korea as well. Her parents, though antagonistic toward each other, found value in having their children learn about their roots. However, as an insecure preteen, Hana felt discarded - first by her father who moved away, and now by her mother who shipped her halfway across the world, to an unfamiliar place. This is perhaps the origin of Hana’s self-serving personality now, and why she feels a need for attention.

Hana used social media and a string of terrible relationships to get the attention she sought so deeply. In high school, she began to amass a small following on Instagram - not enough to generate an income, but companies sent her free stuff to review every now and then. Needless to say, she became a little obsessive over her page’s statistics and numbers, and felt validated when her posts received an increasing amount of likes. You can say she had a similar attitude towards relationships in her high school years - she quickly fell for anyone who showered her with affection.

Hana discovered her powers unwittingly one day, in a fight an ex. He was a Deltahuman with a simple ability - he could manipulate the temperature of things he touched to drop and frost over. Occasionally, however, he used his ability on Hana, when they’d argue, when he’d get angry at her, or disagreed with something she did. Eventually, Hana had enough of her limbs freezing and wanted it to stop - and somehow, it did, for a moment, much to her ex’s confusion. She could feel that she was the cause - maybe it was the feeling of Delta-Point Energy flowing through her. As far as she knew, up until that moment, she wasn’t a Deltahuman. It occured to Hana that she was likely exposed to type-green energy as a child, and the power manifested over time.

Hana kept her ability a secret as much as she could, and figured out the extent of what she could do on her own, or with a trusted friend. She didn’t see much value in using her powers - they didn’t seem to have any useful purpose, and exposing herself as a Deltahuman could only invite negativity. Public opinion about Deltahumans was mixed, and Hana didn’t want it to tarnish the crafted appearance she presented of herself on social media. By all means, Hana lived her life like a regular human. She attended UCLA for their finance program, and was close to finishing her degree before shit hit the fan.

▼ | PERSONAL ARC : |

Hana’s arc will likely be personal development for the most part. With everything that’s happened, Hana is mostly confused and listless, now that her rather mundane plans of graduating college and finding a job have been thrown off-track. She wants to figure out what she wants to do.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Really? Of all the superpowers I could’ve had, I get this?!"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Green

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Hana’s power is simple, and doesn’t have too many uses. When she touches another Deltahuman with the intention to use her ability, she can nullify their powers for the time that she remains in physical contact with them, and the effect gradually wears off once contact is lost. So, for example, someone with fire manipulation abilities may find that they can only conjure a small flame equivalent to a lighter immediately after Hana lets go of them, and then a baseball-sized flame ten minutes later. From Hana’s own experimentation, the debuff effect seems to last about half an hour on average, before the affected Deltahuman regains their full strength. This ability also works on physical transformations, meaning it can force a transformed superhuman to their untransformed state, and cause a delay until they can transform again. In Hana’s opinion, the debuffing aftereffect is the only silver lining to her ability.

▼ | LIMITS : |

Hana must remain in physical contact for the nullification ability to take effect, after which is a delay of about half an hour before the affected Deltahuman is able to regain full power. Upon Hana coming in contact with someone, it takes about 1-2 seconds for the nullification to kick in. Her ability does not work on permanent transformations.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

While Hana’s ability is a potential inconvenience for many, she’s rather bitter that the invention of Suppressant-Collars have essentially rendered her abilities redundant. There isn’t much use for her to use her powers when a manufactured item can essentially do the same thing, packaged in a portable, wearable form.

The biggest limitation of Hana’s power is that she has to be in physical contact with someone for it to take effect. One look at Hana, and most people would chuckle at how laughably easy it would be to run away from her. She isn’t the most physically fit of Deltahumans, or humans in general, and staying away from her nullifying touch is a walk in the park. What seems to be more effective, in Hana’s experience, is using it on people who are unaware of her abilities. Half of the time, people don’t connect Hana’s playful pat on the back as the reason why they’ve temporarily lost their abilities.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"I hear Delta-crystals are basically a power up... Maybe if I get my hands on one, my power will be a little less useless."