Name: Hanna
Age: 23

Backstory: Hanna fell in love with her high school sweetheart when she was 14. She was in love with him before he even knew she was alive, but slowly and surely she managed to arrange 'coincidences' for them to be at the same place at the same time, she became first a casual acquaintance, then his friend, then his confidante, and finally, two years later, when she was almost at the point of accepting it was just never going to be, on a pitch dark, cold and rainy November night, returning from a trip to the movies, he kissed her. It was the moment that shaped Hanna's destiny forever.

Four years later...

She tossed and turned in bed, her eyes rarely closing for longer than a moment or two. She twisted the small diamond ring on her left hand, as was her habit. It was the night before Hanna's wedding, and she'd never been more frightened. Not of him, she'd never doubted him, not for a single second, no, it was something else, something she didn't understand. She told herself it was just night before nerves and forced her eyes to close. As she surfed that no mans' land between consciousness and sleep her phone jangled and vibrated on the bedside table, indicating a text message. Cursing loudly she swung an arm around in the darkness until her fingers curled around her cell. Bringing the screen of the phone close to her face, her eyes blurry, she pressed the read button, her brow furrowing in the dark, it was a picture message, reading the subject line she laughed 'Want to see what you'll be getting tomorrow?' it read.

Expecting to see her future husband at some stage of masturbation she scrolled down to the picture, half cringing, half tingling. Sure enough, he had his cock out... but... Hanna's jaw suddenly clenched. Her fingers turned white as she gripped the cell, wanting to look away, needing to look away, but her eyes not responding, glued to the image. With a whimper she lets the phone drop to the bed covers, her hands flying to her mouth, freezing. Suddenly she grabs the cell and with a scream she throws the offending object into the darkness, unable to bear being near it for a moment more. The last image on the flickering screen before dying is one of blonde hair and scarlet lips, and of the husband Hanna would never have.

Present day: She's been fired from her teaching position at the local high school for taking too much time off sick, she hasn't seen her friends or family in weeks, and now evicted. Now she finds herself in Hathian, jobless, moneyless and without a friend in the world.

OOC: Hey all! Looking forward to meeting you all and getting to know CD and all its opportunities.