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Hannah Russell | 33 | ♀
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Biochemical Engineer, Weapons Development, Mutant
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Standing at 5'4", Hannah is shorter than most of her peers and with a slender frame. She has waist length auburn hair, normally kept out of her face and tied in a loose bun, it has a natural curl but occasionally she will wear it poker straight. After the incident, she was left with yellow eyes like that of a snake, with a slit for an iris. She is incredibly self-conscious of it, and so continues to wear hazel coloured contacts - even if they do start to irritate her after a while. She would rather the discomfort than feel that she looks like a monster to people.
Hannah will almost always wear gloves - she is terrified of poisoning someone fatally with her touch. Her 'Toxin' outfit is a simple black bodysuit with boots, gloves, and an eye mask. She will wear clothing that shows her preference for simplicity, that said, she didn't leave it entirely unfashionable - when light strikes it in a certain way, you can see a snake-like scale pattern covering it.
Hannah will almost always wear gloves - she is terrified of poisoning someone fatally with her touch. Her 'Toxin' outfit is a simple black bodysuit with boots, gloves, and an eye mask. She will wear clothing that shows her preference for simplicity, that said, she didn't leave it entirely unfashionable - when light strikes it in a certain way, you can see a snake-like scale pattern covering it.
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Hannah’s origin as a mutant, like many other mutants before her, was forged from a tragedy. Namely, the senseless death of her younger brother at the hands of a criminal gang.
But before we get to that - we must first understand how she got there…
A young woman with a passion for chemistry, popular, adored by her friends, and from a loving, affluent family. Her life, from the outside appeared to be as perfect a life as it could be. Hannah was a charming, prodigious student, starting her bachelors a year earlier.
While Hannah was triumphant in her life, her brother, Adam, was not. He was outcast by their family. As Hannah became more successful, he resorted to petty crimes and getting in with the wrong crowd. This escalated over the years, far into Hannah starting her career as a biochemical engineer and weapons developer.
At that time, Hannah had been working on a prototype for a non-lethal weapon that fired doses of non-toxic chemical projectiles that could subdue without harm, or harm to the environment…
But before we get to that - we must first understand how she got there…
A young woman with a passion for chemistry, popular, adored by her friends, and from a loving, affluent family. Her life, from the outside appeared to be as perfect a life as it could be. Hannah was a charming, prodigious student, starting her bachelors a year earlier.
While Hannah was triumphant in her life, her brother, Adam, was not. He was outcast by their family. As Hannah became more successful, he resorted to petty crimes and getting in with the wrong crowd. This escalated over the years, far into Hannah starting her career as a biochemical engineer and weapons developer.
At that time, Hannah had been working on a prototype for a non-lethal weapon that fired doses of non-toxic chemical projectiles that could subdue without harm, or harm to the environment…
When did you last see your family?
On my father's birthday. But Adam d-d-d-didn't show. My mother explained that he had f-fallen in with a tough crowd and she was w-w-worried about him...
That seems like a drastic measure to take, no?
Denver at night is still a scary place. I shouldn't have gone alone. I sh-sh-should have called someone to tell them where I was. He had reached out to me a few times for advice but I'd b-b-been so busy working. My brother was in trouble with some thugs... I had with me a prototype I'd been working on, it was a capsule but I wasn't sure the for-f-formula was right.
Sounds like that shouldn't have been on your person - you said it was top secret work…
I shouldn't have had it. It should ne-n-never have left the lab, I just... I had been planning to test it at my home lab that night... I n-n-never made it home. The f-fus-fusion saved my life though - and also ruined it.
Do you remember what happened?
I remember driving around Denver, it was rain-raining. I remember that. I eventually found Ada-Adam, he was heading into some seedy looking club with some scary looking guys.
A reckless decision, wasn't it?
I-I-In a way...
I head-headed downstairs after him, I just... I re-remember hearing arguing and then I heard a g-gun-g-gunshot…They shot my brother. I-I shouldn't have rushed in. I thought that if I broke the cap-c-capsule the gas would take them down, I could use it and it would put-p-put them out for a while.
But you didn't want to kill them?
Goodness no! I wanted to save Adam, and then I would contact the police!
So what happened after that?
They jumped me first. It was a blur, it was a big-big blur. I just rem-remember the smell of incense in the room, cigars, and whisky. It hurt when they twisted my arm-arms behind my b-ba-b-back. They didn't touch my purse but they spoke for a while. I wasn't listening…
And then what?
Th-they threw me into a pit in the back room… It was filled with sn-snakes. They were, bi-biting me and ummm, my purse. I lan-landed on it and broke the prototype and th-then a cloud of g-gas.
On my father's birthday. But Adam d-d-d-didn't show. My mother explained that he had f-fallen in with a tough crowd and she was w-w-worried about him...
That seems like a drastic measure to take, no?
Denver at night is still a scary place. I shouldn't have gone alone. I sh-sh-should have called someone to tell them where I was. He had reached out to me a few times for advice but I'd b-b-been so busy working. My brother was in trouble with some thugs... I had with me a prototype I'd been working on, it was a capsule but I wasn't sure the for-f-formula was right.
Sounds like that shouldn't have been on your person - you said it was top secret work…
I shouldn't have had it. It should ne-n-never have left the lab, I just... I had been planning to test it at my home lab that night... I n-n-never made it home. The f-fus-fusion saved my life though - and also ruined it.
Do you remember what happened?
I remember driving around Denver, it was rain-raining. I remember that. I eventually found Ada-Adam, he was heading into some seedy looking club with some scary looking guys.
A reckless decision, wasn't it?
I-I-In a way...
I head-headed downstairs after him, I just... I re-remember hearing arguing and then I heard a g-gun-g-gunshot…They shot my brother. I-I shouldn't have rushed in. I thought that if I broke the cap-c-capsule the gas would take them down, I could use it and it would put-p-put them out for a while.
But you didn't want to kill them?
Goodness no! I wanted to save Adam, and then I would contact the police!
So what happened after that?
They jumped me first. It was a blur, it was a big-big blur. I just rem-remember the smell of incense in the room, cigars, and whisky. It hurt when they twisted my arm-arms behind my b-ba-b-back. They didn't touch my purse but they spoke for a while. I wasn't listening…
And then what?
Th-they threw me into a pit in the back room… It was filled with sn-snakes. They were, bi-biting me and ummm, my purse. I lan-landed on it and broke the prototype and th-then a cloud of g-gas.
Russell is a liability, in my opinion.
Barely able to string a sentence together without a stammer in her interview. Constantly wringing her hands, tapping her foot. Her story is interesting enough, it checks out. We did find evidence of her accident but unfortunately no evidence remained of the chemical fusion that was left behind.
Her qualifications speak well for her. She has excelled in biological engineering and has built a steady career in it for the last decade. Her accident 3 years ago has left her out of work until we found her... Given a good "safe" environment at Caltex, the woman will thrive.
Keep her out of the way of the others, give her a lab of her own, encourage her to stay up there. Caltex could greatly use her research and her work. The original chemical fusion she had made, I want her to replicate it for us.
Keep an eye on her.
Barely able to string a sentence together without a stammer in her interview. Constantly wringing her hands, tapping her foot. Her story is interesting enough, it checks out. We did find evidence of her accident but unfortunately no evidence remained of the chemical fusion that was left behind.
Her qualifications speak well for her. She has excelled in biological engineering and has built a steady career in it for the last decade. Her accident 3 years ago has left her out of work until we found her... Given a good "safe" environment at Caltex, the woman will thrive.
Keep her out of the way of the others, give her a lab of her own, encourage her to stay up there. Caltex could greatly use her research and her work. The original chemical fusion she had made, I want her to replicate it for us.
Keep an eye on her.
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Once a lively, and spirited young woman, she is now much more reserved - for fear that she will get too close to anyone. In the years since her change, she has limited her contact with others, and to the debilitating point where her nervousness about human contact has had her develop a stutter. Her insecurities run deep, she knows that others fear, distrust, and dislike her. She hears the names whispered, she knows that she receives cruel nicknames from those around her, and she knows they mock her, yet she remains silent...
Beneath the nerves, her spirit lies dormant. When given the chance to warm up, she has a quick and pithy sense of humour that speaks to her intelligence. She is an overly kind and generous person, often lending a listening ear to those who care to spend time with her. She is unlikely to initiate contact, and instead requires someone to gently coax her from her shell.
She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and will always act in what she feels is in the best interest for true justice - which is in part the reason she ended up with her mutations in the first place.
Beneath the nerves, her spirit lies dormant. When given the chance to warm up, she has a quick and pithy sense of humour that speaks to her intelligence. She is an overly kind and generous person, often lending a listening ear to those who care to spend time with her. She is unlikely to initiate contact, and instead requires someone to gently coax her from her shell.
She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and will always act in what she feels is in the best interest for true justice - which is in part the reason she ended up with her mutations in the first place.
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Snake Mutations;
Venom Generation
Advanced Regenerative Healing
Seismic Sensing
Learned;
Weapons Development
Stealth
Advanced Education
Weaknesses;
Combat
Anti-Venom
Tires Easily
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Projectile Gun; loaded with capsule style bullets that break on impact, releasing various chemical formulas.
Amadeo; her adult pet Boa Constrictor.
Biochemist Home-Lab
An impressively kitted lab in her apartment. Missing several large apparatuses, but has enough to allow her to perform research at home.
Selection of Venoms;
Selection of Anti-Venoms;
First Aid Kit;
