Hannah Buenomal

Real Name: Hannah Buenomal
Renegade Name: Hannah
Title: Counterattacking Trickster
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Meta-Human
Hair: Pink
Eyes: Gold
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 124 lbs
Blood type: AB+


   Hannah is a thin, underfed girl. She is slightly taller than most, standing at 5'10", with a thin physique and slim profile. Overall, Hannah is mostly knobby ankles and elbows, something she can credit to years of living off scraps. Hannah's head is shaven on one side, lending an asymmetry and punkish vibe to her appearance that wouldn't be present otherwise. The rest of her hair is long and thick, swept to the side and out of the way. Her hair is dyed a proud shade of pink, an her roots are a rich brown so dark that it could be mistaken for black from far away. Her eyes, though. Her eyes are a shade of brown so light they're golden, and are particularly striking.

   Hannah's common wear is a loose-fitting graphic T-shirt, exposing pink bra straps. She wears a thin choker necklace, a metal charm affixed to the front of it. Her jean shorts are a faded magenta, frayed at the tips. They're kept from slipping around her waist by a fashionable studded belt. She wears a variety of bracelets on her right wrist, (she likes the jingly sound they make when she walks). At her legs, her socks are mismatched - on her left leg, a black stocking. On her right leg, a gray crew sock. Her shoes aren't any better, either. One sneaker is mint green, the other a bright fuscia - both with blaze orange laces.
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   Hannah thinks and acts contrarily to the rest of the world. She thinks the opposite of what other people think, likes what others hate, and hates herself when she makes others happy. She is an excellent manipulator, and is willing to befriend others, working up their trust just to show them that in the end that she can't be trusted. She is a particularly twisted type of person who takes great pleasure in being able to provoke a person and instigate them to do evil deeds. She thinks of herself as the spirit of contradiction and perversity. Hannah is happiest when surrounded by and causing misery, and aspires to be hated by all.

   She feels happy making people suffer. Seeing them scream and cry and look at her with eyes full of hatred makes her feel so good. She would make every day unpleasant if it meant people hated her. She clearly gets some sort of perverse kick out of behaving like this. Being liked makes her miserable.

   Even worse than being liked was being loved. Love was disgusting. It made Hannah's skin crawl. It was a dumb thing other people felt that made them do stupid things. Hannah didn’t fall in love. Why would she, when hate felt so much better? All the touching and kissing and tenderness disgusted her.

   But above all things else, she wanted a revolution to happen. It needed to happen, no matter what the cost. She might get killed if it goes wrong. But it's a revolution - all or nothing!

   Hannah was born to seven other siblings in Guadalajara. All of her siblings shared the same mother, and the other seven were always mean to their youngest sibling. Because, you see, the youngest was a meta-human, and the others were jealous of her. Why couldn't they have superpowers? It was unfair! They made life awful for her, and no matter how terrible things got, the youngest was never strong enough to fight back. When their mother finally left them all to fend for themselves in the slums, the others threw the youngest into a ditch, and left her to starve. She was just an extra mouth to feed, so what was the point in keeping her around?

   It was then that Hannah's reversal power flipped inwards, and turned her from a meek young girl into a freak who craves hatred and anger.

   For as long as she could remember, Hannah had suffered. Her body was weak, and despite picking her victims carefully, she could never run away fast enough when things turned sour. Street rats like her were acceptable targets, and others took great glee in tormenting her. It was the price that came with being a symbol of hate.

   She tried training herself to get stronger, but nothing ever helped; once she got caught, there was nothing she could do to fight back. All she could do was cower and hope it’d be over with soon. Hannah's place in society was right at the bottom, where she was expected to stay quiet and behave, or suffer the consequences.

   But she couldn't just sit back and behave. Hannah needed hatred and suffering in her life to survive, so she looked for other ways to get stronger. She taught herself how to read, then scanned book after book in search of a miracle. Hannah wanted power. She wanted so much power no one would dare cross her again. She wanted to see her tormentors’ faces when she finally turned the tables. The thought kept her going for years.

   Then at last, at the end of an otherwise unremarkable year, she found a lead. The United States. A place bustling with all sorts of meta-humans, from the self-proclaimed heroes to the merciless villains. Hannah was sure that there were others like her, who were sick and tired of the way the world treated them. She could rally them under a cause!

   Hannah's imagination ran wild. She spent the next few months collecting as much information as she could about meta-humans and the United States. If she had the power of other meta-humans on her side, maybe she could do more than just humiliate her tormentors. Maybe she could change everything. Show all of the world how it felt to suffer. Yes, she could turn the world's power structure upside down, and put herself at the top. The ideas buzzed through her head, doubling and tripling at an alarming rate. She would become the most feared person in history.

     All she needed was safety in numbers.

1. Reaction
2. Agility
3. Endurance
4. Strength



    Power 1 - Hannah's contrarian nature is exemplified by her ability to flip any pocket of space upside-down. Hannah has no need to perform any action to flip reality - she needs simply to will it to happen. Hannah's power isn't limitless, however, and can only affect a space approximately the same size as a small bedroom. To an outside observer, Hannah's disorienting, upside-down power makes it look as though someone had cut out the space she decided to affect, and had turned it on its head before shoving it back in.

     To someone within the twisted pocket of space affected, it's immediately dizzying and disorienting. Their movements are backwards, their rights and their lefts are switched. Effectively, it's an extreme sense of vertigo, what with the entire world upside-down and operating in reverse. Hannah is unaffected by her own confusing power, and is able to take advantage of an opponent's confusion and disorientation.

    Power 2 - Hannah is able to sense and feel the emotions of others. She can tell how a person feels just by being near them, but cannot read minds, of course. This pairs excellently with her reversal power's effect on her psyche, and she is sustained almost entirely on the negative emotions of others. She takes great pleasure in sensing people's hatred, tasting it and savoring it like a fine meal. She needs to do horrible things to keep herself happy, and being able to flavor the despair that she causes is almost euphoric.

     (This passive ability is permission-based, and cannot be used without the consent of other players.)

    Power 3 - Hannah has a very adaptable body and can recover from grisly, otherwise mortal wounds within days. This has saved her life hundreds of times, as she can't even recall the number of times she's been beaten and left for dead - only to come back a week later and cause even more trouble than the first time around! Wounds that would take months to heal from would take a handful of days for Hannah to fully restore herself.


   Weakness 1 - Hannah's first power was too great for such a frail girl, and it consumed her. It warped the way she perceived the world, the very fundamentals of the human mind, and she began to desire what she used to loathe. Instead of being a sweet little girl who wanted to make people happy, she wants people to hate her. Hannah needs it. Her body needs it. Like a thirsty man searching for water, Hannah seeks hate.

   Weakness 2 - Hannah has no supernatural strength to augment herself with, and is actually weaker than the average girl her age (and certainly much weaker than any other meta-human running around). She has been frail her entire life, and it is something that greatly frustrates her. This is something she can attribute to her poor diet that consists mostly of whatever scraps she can get her hands on.

    Weakness 3 - Hannah healed quickly from physical wounds, so it wasn’t like she would suffer for long, but it's nothing that operates fast enough to affect the tide of a battle - only how quickly she recovered afterwards. As a matter of fact, her ability has a sizeable delay before it even kicks in on top of how slowly it operates.


   Hannah carries a switchblade on her person for basic protection. It's not powerful or enhanced by anything, but it's enough to save her life in a back-alley brawl - which it has done many times.


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     Since she actually enjoys being beaten up, Hannah usually doesn't really try too hard when in a combat situation unless her very life is on the line. But when Hannah fights seriously, she fights dirty. She isn't afraid of breaking a rule or five, so don't expect her to be winning fights fairly any time soon!

    On a more minor note, she actually enjoys being upside-down, so she usually sits in chairs the wrong way and can perform a killer handstand.


    Above ground, it was a muggy afternoon in early spring. Rainclouds still hang overhead, occasionally drizzling the leftovers of last night’s thunderstorm. The old pumping station under Guadalajara, one of the many pieces of convenient architecture built into the old sewer system, made for the perfect base of operations for a would-be revolutionary. Water dripped into the room, pats and drips hitting the ground in unsteady rhythm. Along with the hefty pumps and pipes that are expected to be in an old pumping station, there were other decorations as well. There was a dirty box-spring mattress, a battery-powered radio, a map of the sewer system suspended from the ceiling. Piles and spires of unorganized books were stacked high, almost all of them on military tactics and past revolutions. All along the walls were newspaper clippings and articles. The strangest piece of decor, though, was a girl who sat in the center of the room.

    There’s a writing tablet in this girl's lap, stacked heavy with paper and pencils. Common sense tells her to write where it’s dry. But common sense meant nothing to a girl who flipped it on its head. As a matter of fact, common sense would tell anyone to stay out of these old sewers. It's pitch black (the girl had a crank-powered lamp nearby), chilly even in the summer, there's little oxygen and a plethora of noxious gases from sewage, making the air highly unsuitable for breathing without specialized equipment, and the effluence in some areas is so toxic that even a drop on exposed skin can require a full decontamination shower.

    To most, a nightmare. To her, a paradise. No one would ever bother her here. She could spend as much time planning as she needed without worrying about being interrupted by anything other than the monsters that crept in these tunnels, and she knew they could be easily controlled with enough food as motivation. In her time spent in the sewers beneath Guadalajara, Hannah had grown accustomed to the many unique supernatural monsters that call the sewer system home.

    She heard something. Footsteps, wet and heavy. A voice - a man's voice. They were headed her way. Hannah quickly scrambled to action, pushed the writing tablet off of her lap and scattering papers everywhere. She grabbed her crank-powered lamp, which was bordering on dying, and wound it up as quickly as her thin arms would allow.

    "I won't let anyone stop this," she muttered under her breath.

    She stuffed a knife into her back pocket, took her lamp in hand, and slammed open the door to the pumping station so hard that it banged against the back wall and shuddered on its hinges. She swung the door shut again, and took off down the tunnel. Her shoes made wet smaksmaksmak sounds as she ran, and that was good. She wanted to distract them, keep their focus on her and away from her base.

    As she passed through the tunnels, she came to a four-way intersection, then looked to her left.

   There they were - the source of the sounds. Two police officers, their flashlights waving thin beams through the air. Her lantern dropped to her side and her eyes widened in surprise as hers met theirs. She hadn't been expecting that. She felt their surprise surge through her like a tidal wave, almost as clear as she felt her own.

   "Ah."

   Then she took off, escaping down the path to their left. She had to lead them away.