Hannah Charles

Hannah is a goth hippy. She will mother anything that stays still long enough, and her goals in life are to get marijuana legalized and have piles and piles of babies


Hannah is a healer, and a pretty damn good one at that.
Her combat specialties are grappling (reduces dodge DV to 0) and taking a hit.
Health (1-3)
Death (1-3)
Cheval (1-2)

lots. I’d need the sheet

Don’t forget Seiff (the snake). Not that he’s ever useful, the slacker.


Hannah never quite fit in with the other kids all during grade school, but frankly, that was okay. She was too busy reading books about animals and weaving friendship bracelets. She was born and raised in Bethlehem, PA, and lived in a little apartment above the small apartment that her single mother owned. For all of her young life, Hannah’s only friend was her mother, with the periodic exceptions of little hurt animals she would bring home and nurse back to health. Even from a young age, Hannah had a knack for healing, and was quite successful rehabilitating Tuffles, the robin with a broken wing; Squeaks, the chipmunk that lost a front leg, and Brickle, the baby rabbit that had lost its mother. When she wasn’t reading or treating her little friends, Hannah would help with the shop, which sold jewelry that her mother hand-made. It wasn’t a rich living, but it got the two of them by, and Hannah recalled a pleasant, comfortable childhood.
However, by the age of thirteen, Hannah found herself watching the shop more and more. She was held back a year in eighth grade because she spent so many days minding the shop. Her mother had had a chronic condition for as long as Hannah could remember, but in that year it took a sudden decline. It was cancer. In the next year, a study revealed that the medication Hannah’s mother had taken to manage her original condition was linked to cancer, though this only resulted in a small reimbursement from a class-action lawsuit. The drug was taken off the market, but Hannah’s mother was dying. All the fourteen year old could do was watch as her mother, and their livelihood, wasted away from chemo treatments they couldn’t afford.
After four months of treatment, they had to sell the shop. Fortunately, Hannah’s mother was able to sell it to a friend who turned it into a head shop. He even allowed them to continue living in the upstairs apartment, hired Hannah’s mother, and bought all of her jewelry stocks. Hannah was still minding the counter most of the time, but her mother wouldn’t let her into the back room.
A new crowd of people started frequenting the shop now. Students from the nearby colleges, locals with piercings, tattoos, and dreadlocks, and people with strong political opinions they were more than happy to share with Hannah. Hannah stopped wearing jeans and started wearing skirts. Rarely, if ever, would you find her wearing shoes. By the time she got to Liberty High School, she was already friends with many of the upperclassmen from the shop. It was the first time she’d really had friends, and it would have been the best time in her life, if her mother hadn’t been so sick.
At the beginning of Hannah’s freshman year, her mother finally abandoned the chemotherapy. Even though she was taking marijuana, the side effects were unbearable. Hannah and her mother began researching alternative treatment. Even after they had found the best homeopathic remedies had to offer, Hannah remained interested, and would talk for hours with the owners whenever they’d visit the shop. To Hannah’s utter delight, the herbal remedies produced an upswing in her mother’s health. Unfortunately, it was too little too late. In the middle of Hannah’s sophomore year, her mother’s condition took a sharp decline. Hannah stayed by her bedside day and night, but she was dead by the end of the month.
The death of her mother left Hannah trailing in the wind. She was placed into foster care, as her mother was her only family. Faced with having to retake her sophomore year of high school, she dropped out. She ran away, though not particularly far, and no one ever looked for her. Many of the people she knew from high school or the shop attended Lehigh and Moravian, and would put her up for a couple of nights, or sometimes longer when she had sex with them. Most of the people she knew smoked pot, and it wasn’t long before Hannah ended up the girlfriend of a dealer. He taught her to drive, though she never got her license. Being black, she wasn’t ideal for smuggling drugs inconspicuously, but she was still a minor, and faced lesser penalties, so she was often given the task.
One night, two weeks before Hannah’s eighteenth birthday, she was driving some merchandise to one of her boyfriend’s buddies in Reading, when she heard sirens and saw lights flashing in her mirrors. For a minute, she considered gunning it and trying to get away. Her boyfriend had taught her some moves for losing the cops, but she’d never tried them outside of a parking lot. Besides, that would get her in a heap more trouble than she was already in for, and it wasn’t like there was anything in her life worth staying out of jail for. She pulled over.
“You look a little young to be out driving this late, missy,” said the cop as he blinded her with his flashlight. “Driving barefoot, too,” he noted, pointing the beam at her feet. “I’m gonna need to see your license and registration.”
“Er….” Hannah wasn’t really sure how to tell him she didn’t have either.
The cop frowned. “License and registration,” he repeated.
“I don’t have them,” she said
“They’re not with you?” he asked.
She could have lied, but what was the point. “No, I just don’t have them.”
“Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to get out of the car.”
It wasn’t long before he found the pot. It was hidden, but there was a lot of it. When she explained who she was bringing it to, the cop seemed to recognize the name. He stroked his handlebar mustache, and then called for backup. The deal was simple: she handed over the evidence and led them to him, and he would forget their paths had ever crossed. Hannah almost would have preferred being arrested. She certainly couldn’t go back to her boyfriend after selling out one of his friends, and none of her other friends would be keen on having a girl that snitches people out to the police around. But there was an awful lot against her, and she wasn’t ready to bank on being processed in under two weeks. Maybe it was time to get out of this town anyway. She had enough money to afford a bus ticket to… anywhere that wasn’t here.
Five cop cars followed her like ghosts to the delivery point. She parked, and as she walked up to the door, the cops scurried into position. All she had to do was get him to open the door, and they would take care of the rest.
She knocked three times. Some shuffling footsteps, and then the door opened as far as the chain would allow.
“It’s Hannah,” she said. The eyes peering out at her scrutinized her, and glanced past her to the empty street. The door shut, the chain clinked, and then it opened wide.
“Where’s the stuff?”
Hannah hadn’t even opened her mouth before the cop hiding in the shrubbery knocked her aside. Hannah’s head hit the walkway, and though there was a lot of commotion, it all swam together as her head throbbed. Someone picked her up. They went into the house.
“Did you get him?” asked a voice, presumably belonging to whoever was holding her. Some muffled sounds of struggling accompanied a fluent bouquet of swearing. Hannah was set on her feet, though she swayed dangerously. Hands on her shoulders kept her steady. “Are you all right?” It may have been the same voice from before. It came from someone blurry standing in front of her. There were other, fuzzy sounds in the background:
“You bitch!”
Louder scuffling now.
“Get the cuffs on him!”
“Hey, hold onto him!”
“You bitch! You sold me out!”
The next sound was clear as a gunshot. Specifically, it was a gunshot. Hannah dropped again, clutching her chest. It hurt. She’d never felt anything like this. Her lung was on fire. Breathing was painful. She wanted to stop doing it. It was too difficult, anyway. There was a commotion again, and maybe more gunshots, but it all sounded far away. Hannah closed her eyes. Soon the only things she could hear were her own labored breathing, and the beating of her heart pounding in her ears.

Hannah woke up in a place she didn’t recognize. It was an alleyway, but for an alleyway, it was pretty clean. It still seemed very late at night, but there were a few people shuffling along the main street. None of them seemed to notice her. She sat up, and immediately felt her chest, but there was only a rip in her shirt to suggest that a bullet might have ever hit her. Even the throbbing in her head from hitting the concrete had stopped.
“What the fuck,” she muttered. She looked around, as though the alleyway would offer her some kind of explanation, and was startled to find a man standing behind her. He was unlike man – any person – Hannah had ever seen. He was a massive black man, had to have been nearly seven foot, and his face was painted like a skull. Long dreadlocks fell all the way down his back. If this were not remarkable enough, there was a great snake around his shoulders. Coils of it wrapped around his arms, neck, and torso, and its tail rested lightly on the ground. But this was no snake Hannah had seen in any of her nature books. Its scales rippled with every color of the rainbow, and seemed to be in constant change right before Hannah’s eyes.
The man offered her a hand, and she took it automatically. He pulled her to her feet, and smiled, though the skull painted on his face made this creepy instead of comforting.
“I’m sorry it’s taken us this long to finally meet,” he said. “I would have come when your mother died, but you were not ready then.”
“Who are you?” Hannah asked, still in awe of the strange man standing before her.
He chuckled. “But of course. I am Damballa, and you are my daughter.”
Hannah continued to gape. He seemed somewhat used to this. He carefully explained that he was a god, and had used his powers to rescue and heal her. He told her that she was a Scion, and what that entailed. He gave her gifts, and told her about her new powers.
“And finally,” he said, holding out his hand. “I will give you a companion.”
Hannah watched as the rainbow snake coiled its around Damballa’s arm, resting its head in his hand. The snakes mouth opened wide, and another snake, a boa constrictor, came slithering out of its mouth. The boa fell neatly on the alley ground with a thump. It stared at her, and she stared right back.
“Yo,” it said. Hannah was slightly taken aback at being able to understand it, but as this was not even close to the strangest thing that had happened to her that night, she rolled with it.
“Where am I? Where should I go?” Hannah asked before her father could leave her.
“Here.” He handed her a piece of paper. “This is the address of one of your sisters. She will be more than happy to have you. You should be able to walk.”
Hannah smiled at the piece of paper, and then up at her father. “Will I see you again?”
He smiled back. “Eventually. Do well, my child.” And with that, he vanished.
Hannah looked down at the snake, and then picked him up. He settled in comfortably around her shoulders. It felt like he belonged there. With a last look at where her father had been, she stepped out of the alleyway, which disappeared as soon as she’d left it.
Sharon, Hannah’s sister, was almost as good as having her mother back. Sharon welcomed the girl with open arms, and happened to be an herbalist and healer herself. She taught Hannah everything she knew about natural remedies, and her healing powers, in between getting arrested for protesting this, that, and everything else. Hannah quickly got on board and began protesting with Sharon, particularly on the front of legalizing marijuana, and also landing herself in jail several times.
Finally, it became time for Hannah to set off on her own. She settled in downtown State College and opened her own alternative medicine center. Sharon is in the middle of a five year sentence for breaking and entering, but Hannah still visits and writes to her. Her snake, Seiff, accompanies her wherever she goes, unless he’s too tired and then he doesn’t. Hannah’s goal in life is to get marijuana legalized, and then pop out a ton of kids.

Hannah Charles

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