Post by Hannah Pierce on Aug 14, 2008 13:43:52 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Hannah Abigail Pierce
Named after my grandmothers apparently, and that is nice I guess, to carry on the legacy and move on through life to make sure that there was a bit of the women left, even though only one had already passed on to the other side, if you believed in that sort of thing.
Age: Fifteen
That's right, I'm fifteen, and I'm a JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL. I know shocking, really I know you don't have to tell me and the next person that does, will find their next report card is all one letter, and it won't be good.
Height: Five feet five and a half inches
Weight: One hundred and seventeen pounds
Blood Type: B-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Brown
Brown, not hazel, mocha, or cappinchino. Brown, plain and simple. Covered by glasses, that are plastic and rectangular, somewhat stylish if I do say so myself. Red on the front of the frames, and orange on the inside by my face. My lenses are strong, and I can't see anthing without them, joy.. I know.
Hair: Blonde.
Natural highlights here and there, but nothing too special. My hair is straight and falls down to my shoulders. I don't really style it. Its either up or down. nothing special.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Hacking first and foremost
Anime
Music
Art
Talents:
Art
Hacking
Favorite things:
Hmmm favorite things? That is a rather large list so lets condense.
My favorite color is orange.
I eat A LOT so food in general but if you want specifics then: Hot pockets, Cheetoes, Red Mountain Dew. But over all any kind of food goes so long as it's tasty, bad for me, and edible.
I like music, you'll rarely see me without the presence of my Ipod, or my head bobbing to the music in my ears.
I'm a major gamer, I don't really go anywhere without my psp.
My vespa, it's my baby, orange, it's the best thing ever, geets me from A to B in total geek style.
Mental Information
Personality:
Boring?
Sane?
No go?
Well damn. All right then, lets get you some real info. I"m not a talker, I'm shy so get over the fact that I'm not gonna be the girl that is gonna be able to hold her own in a conversation. I'm not much for talking, and as stated above I'm normally jamming to music and so it might seem as though I'm ignoring you, though I'm not, I merely can't hear you. I'm constantly drawing, and I enjoy that, it's something I like to do most aside from Hacking. I'm never without my art supplies or my laptop.
Currently, I'm quiet, I'm the girl in the back of the class that no one really notices, the one that no one really talks to and doesn't really wish to talk to anyone either. I'm the one that has all the answers, that people cheat off of, and the one that gets pushed around. Its rare a dday doesn't go by that I am not picked on or pestered for papers, essays, test answers, or grade changes. But I get through it, I don't let much get me down, so long as I have my favorite things I"m not going to let assholes make my day hell. I can't fight, don't want to learn either. I perfer to be mainly unviolent, and that works for me, I'm more the lay there and take it kind of girl.
Mentality:
Genius, obviously.
Ideal: I just want to graduate...
Belief: No religion.
Physical Information
Build: Skinny. I don't have much meat on my bones, you can count my ribs, but that isn't for the lack of eating my appetite is far more than healthy. I don't have much muscle tone what so ever, I don't work out, it's not my style.
Head: Narrow face, pointed chin, small nose. I have brown eyes, not anything cool like hazel, just brown. Blonde hair, falls just past my shoulders. I wear glasses, orange on the inside, red on the outside, my presciption is high so I cannot see without them. That's about it, I'm pretty plain as a whole.
Torso: Thin, regular sized chest, normal shoulders, thin arms, nothing inparticular of note.
Arms: Spaghetti, I swear. No muscles, don't want any.
Legs: The only place there is any tone, I walk a lot, but not as much as I used to before my Vespa
Feet: Nails are usually painted orange, various shoes.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Different hats, and hair accessories.
Shirts: Anything goes, really. I like to make my own style, it's deemed odd by others, but I enjoy it most because it shows that I really don'tcare what people think.
Pants: Jeans, skirts, tights, anything,
Shoes: Tennis shoes
Misc: Jewelry, I love accessories.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Zip
Years Practiced: My whole life
Description of style:
It can really be describe as one word. Run. Or if you want elaboration. Run the fuck away. If you need more than that, I can go in depth. Basically my tactic consists of running for my life, getting caught, being pummeled, the assailant getting bored, and me visiting the hospital where my record of admittances speaks for itself.
History Information
History:
I was born, in Utah, about three years younger than my brother. Harvard, lovingly known as Harvy. My life, shockingly enough was very normal, nothing all that special. I grew up, birthdays, Christmas, school. I have never really fit in, ever since I was a kid, I was smarter than the rest. Reading by the time that most were only beginning to work full sentences into their every day speech. I'm good at school work, it doesn't take me much to understand anything, because it just comes naturally. I'm not trying to brag, I'm being honest since you asked. I started drawing as a kid too, working on various things but by the time I was eight I realized that my niche was landscape, so that is basically what I work on. I can draw just about anything except anime style, because i've never really tried, but I enjoy landscape most. I sell them for a bit of money, have a website on the net, where I take commissions and work for others if they want me to. It's not that prosperous because I don't have a studio and people are a bit wary about buying art they haven't seen except as a gif or png on the site.
Still though, school was fine. I excelled and was quickly bumped several grades making me the fifteen year old junior that I am now. I enjoy being smart and I am not ashamed of it, I am a pushover though and end up getting stuck with homework that isn't mine. But such is life. I never fit in at school, I was always picked on, and always taken advantage of, but that was my life. I was used to it. Utah was fine, Salt Lake City.. well there isn't anything that I can complain about there. I found a few friends, as shy as I am it's not the most easy but they were art geeks and computer geeks like myself. I began to hack there, learning how to break through systems, leave a back door open, I even created my own little picture, a tag to say that I had been there, a kind of "Hannah was here" type thing. An orange bunny on a black screen hopping around foolishly happy.
But during the summer after my sophomore year, my parents decided that it was a great idea to move all the way across the country to New York City. I didn't want to go, but as a kid, I had no choice. They had only stayed so that Harvy could graduate with his friends. And then we all moved. To this little two story on the island. My mom decided that she wanted to start a bakery, and NYC was the best possible place apparently. So she had moved us all over there. I hated it immediatly, the school I went to was filled with gangs, hate, abuse, and torture. A school that I would never want to go back to, but that wasn't my choice, it was the only one close to the house. So I went there, I was a loner for a long time, no friends, but then I didn't try to make any. Spare time was spent in the computer lab, the art room, or an empty classroom at lunch. My first friend was Fontes Makua. A fellow artsy gamer like myself. We had tons in common, he was a quirky geek but it was perfect. We spent tons of time together and grew close. He quickly became my very best friend.
It was there I met my boyfriend. Tommy. He was a punk for the lack of a better word, green hair, scars, pentograms, bad style. He was perfect. Loving, sweet, and he adored the ground I walked on. He was a great boyfriend, we shared our first real kiss on the ferris wheel at a fair, where he told me that he loved me. His friends swore that I had changed him from the punk he was.. because round me, he was completely different and began to change his ways. But sadly, the things he had done before me caught up, and he was arrested for murder.
It was Fontes that picked me back up and put me back together, as devestatd as I was having never believed my boyfriend was capable of killing someone. Everything, was horrible, I felt so empty, but Fontes was there for me. Our bond grew fast, past best friend, and into something a great deal more. He had told that he loved me some time ago, but I had been unable to return the sentiments because I had been with Twitch. But now that Tommy was gone for nine to fourteen months, maybe more, I was alone, and he was out of the picture. Fontes was there, and feelings that I had supressed for Fontes came out strongly. We became a couple and we grew closer than I had ever been with Tommy.
Everything was great. We spent almost every free moment together. I had gotten a job at a club as the technician there. Had my own office, bringing in a great deal of money, more than I have ever before. I was able to buy my Vespa, my orange Vespa, and saved the rest for college or whatever. But that all changed when Fontes showed up at my house one fateful afternoon to tell me horrible news. His family was moving to the west coast, as far away from me as possible. I was so upset. Devestated really. We spent every spare second together. The final night, we curled up in his empty room on his floor. Reading manga, playing our DSs and even making love one final time before we slept in each other's arms. That morning was the hardest, I dn't think I've ever cried as much in my whole life. He gave me a drawing of us together, something I still have to this day, and I gave him a computer program, having written him an entire video game to explain to him how much I loved him. Having woked on it since the day he had given me the news.
I barely lived when he was gone. I felt as though I was shrouded in darkness, we talked over IM, and cells, but it was not the same, I missed him desperatly and each phone call only made it worse. I quit my job, taking a small bonus that my boss gave me, well.. he said it was small. But he knew what I was doing as soon as I did, before anyone else could figure it out. I was running away. To be with Fontes. I packed up what I needed, and left what I didn't. My parents wouldn't throw it away. I wrote them a note, and one night I packed up my Vespa, filled her with gas, and loaded with my bank card, I took off.
It was how I ended up here in Long Beach. Using clues from our conversations to hunt him down. I rented an apartment close to school. Went to good will and bought a bunch of used furniture to furnish it til I could work something else out, or make it my own. And hen enrolled in the school I knew he was in. But he had been here for a couple weeks now, and I was afraid he might have moved on. But I was resolute to find him, I could go back home, but I didn't want to. I chose love. Now if only I can find him in a city and campus as large as this.
Vespa:
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Apartment
Roommates: none
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
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Name: Hannah Abigail Pierce
Named after my grandmothers apparently, and that is nice I guess, to carry on the legacy and move on through life to make sure that there was a bit of the women left, even though only one had already passed on to the other side, if you believed in that sort of thing.
Age: Fifteen
That's right, I'm fifteen, and I'm a JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL. I know shocking, really I know you don't have to tell me and the next person that does, will find their next report card is all one letter, and it won't be good.
Height: Five feet five and a half inches
Weight: One hundred and seventeen pounds
Blood Type: B-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Brown
Brown, not hazel, mocha, or cappinchino. Brown, plain and simple. Covered by glasses, that are plastic and rectangular, somewhat stylish if I do say so myself. Red on the front of the frames, and orange on the inside by my face. My lenses are strong, and I can't see anthing without them, joy.. I know.
Hair: Blonde.
Natural highlights here and there, but nothing too special. My hair is straight and falls down to my shoulders. I don't really style it. Its either up or down. nothing special.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Hacking first and foremost
Anime
Music
Art
Talents:
Art
Hacking
Favorite things:
Hmmm favorite things? That is a rather large list so lets condense.
My favorite color is orange.
I eat A LOT so food in general but if you want specifics then: Hot pockets, Cheetoes, Red Mountain Dew. But over all any kind of food goes so long as it's tasty, bad for me, and edible.
I like music, you'll rarely see me without the presence of my Ipod, or my head bobbing to the music in my ears.
I'm a major gamer, I don't really go anywhere without my psp.
My vespa, it's my baby, orange, it's the best thing ever, geets me from A to B in total geek style.
Mental Information
Personality:
Boring?
Sane?
No go?
Well damn. All right then, lets get you some real info. I"m not a talker, I'm shy so get over the fact that I'm not gonna be the girl that is gonna be able to hold her own in a conversation. I'm not much for talking, and as stated above I'm normally jamming to music and so it might seem as though I'm ignoring you, though I'm not, I merely can't hear you. I'm constantly drawing, and I enjoy that, it's something I like to do most aside from Hacking. I'm never without my art supplies or my laptop.
Currently, I'm quiet, I'm the girl in the back of the class that no one really notices, the one that no one really talks to and doesn't really wish to talk to anyone either. I'm the one that has all the answers, that people cheat off of, and the one that gets pushed around. Its rare a dday doesn't go by that I am not picked on or pestered for papers, essays, test answers, or grade changes. But I get through it, I don't let much get me down, so long as I have my favorite things I"m not going to let assholes make my day hell. I can't fight, don't want to learn either. I perfer to be mainly unviolent, and that works for me, I'm more the lay there and take it kind of girl.
Mentality:
Genius, obviously.
Ideal: I just want to graduate...
Belief: No religion.
Physical Information
Build: Skinny. I don't have much meat on my bones, you can count my ribs, but that isn't for the lack of eating my appetite is far more than healthy. I don't have much muscle tone what so ever, I don't work out, it's not my style.
Head: Narrow face, pointed chin, small nose. I have brown eyes, not anything cool like hazel, just brown. Blonde hair, falls just past my shoulders. I wear glasses, orange on the inside, red on the outside, my presciption is high so I cannot see without them. That's about it, I'm pretty plain as a whole.
Torso: Thin, regular sized chest, normal shoulders, thin arms, nothing inparticular of note.
Arms: Spaghetti, I swear. No muscles, don't want any.
Legs: The only place there is any tone, I walk a lot, but not as much as I used to before my Vespa
Feet: Nails are usually painted orange, various shoes.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Different hats, and hair accessories.
Shirts: Anything goes, really. I like to make my own style, it's deemed odd by others, but I enjoy it most because it shows that I really don'tcare what people think.
Pants: Jeans, skirts, tights, anything,
Shoes: Tennis shoes
Misc: Jewelry, I love accessories.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Zip
Years Practiced: My whole life
Description of style:
It can really be describe as one word. Run. Or if you want elaboration. Run the fuck away. If you need more than that, I can go in depth. Basically my tactic consists of running for my life, getting caught, being pummeled, the assailant getting bored, and me visiting the hospital where my record of admittances speaks for itself.
History Information
History:
I was born, in Utah, about three years younger than my brother. Harvard, lovingly known as Harvy. My life, shockingly enough was very normal, nothing all that special. I grew up, birthdays, Christmas, school. I have never really fit in, ever since I was a kid, I was smarter than the rest. Reading by the time that most were only beginning to work full sentences into their every day speech. I'm good at school work, it doesn't take me much to understand anything, because it just comes naturally. I'm not trying to brag, I'm being honest since you asked. I started drawing as a kid too, working on various things but by the time I was eight I realized that my niche was landscape, so that is basically what I work on. I can draw just about anything except anime style, because i've never really tried, but I enjoy landscape most. I sell them for a bit of money, have a website on the net, where I take commissions and work for others if they want me to. It's not that prosperous because I don't have a studio and people are a bit wary about buying art they haven't seen except as a gif or png on the site.
Still though, school was fine. I excelled and was quickly bumped several grades making me the fifteen year old junior that I am now. I enjoy being smart and I am not ashamed of it, I am a pushover though and end up getting stuck with homework that isn't mine. But such is life. I never fit in at school, I was always picked on, and always taken advantage of, but that was my life. I was used to it. Utah was fine, Salt Lake City.. well there isn't anything that I can complain about there. I found a few friends, as shy as I am it's not the most easy but they were art geeks and computer geeks like myself. I began to hack there, learning how to break through systems, leave a back door open, I even created my own little picture, a tag to say that I had been there, a kind of "Hannah was here" type thing. An orange bunny on a black screen hopping around foolishly happy.
But during the summer after my sophomore year, my parents decided that it was a great idea to move all the way across the country to New York City. I didn't want to go, but as a kid, I had no choice. They had only stayed so that Harvy could graduate with his friends. And then we all moved. To this little two story on the island. My mom decided that she wanted to start a bakery, and NYC was the best possible place apparently. So she had moved us all over there. I hated it immediatly, the school I went to was filled with gangs, hate, abuse, and torture. A school that I would never want to go back to, but that wasn't my choice, it was the only one close to the house. So I went there, I was a loner for a long time, no friends, but then I didn't try to make any. Spare time was spent in the computer lab, the art room, or an empty classroom at lunch. My first friend was Fontes Makua. A fellow artsy gamer like myself. We had tons in common, he was a quirky geek but it was perfect. We spent tons of time together and grew close. He quickly became my very best friend.
It was there I met my boyfriend. Tommy. He was a punk for the lack of a better word, green hair, scars, pentograms, bad style. He was perfect. Loving, sweet, and he adored the ground I walked on. He was a great boyfriend, we shared our first real kiss on the ferris wheel at a fair, where he told me that he loved me. His friends swore that I had changed him from the punk he was.. because round me, he was completely different and began to change his ways. But sadly, the things he had done before me caught up, and he was arrested for murder.
It was Fontes that picked me back up and put me back together, as devestatd as I was having never believed my boyfriend was capable of killing someone. Everything, was horrible, I felt so empty, but Fontes was there for me. Our bond grew fast, past best friend, and into something a great deal more. He had told that he loved me some time ago, but I had been unable to return the sentiments because I had been with Twitch. But now that Tommy was gone for nine to fourteen months, maybe more, I was alone, and he was out of the picture. Fontes was there, and feelings that I had supressed for Fontes came out strongly. We became a couple and we grew closer than I had ever been with Tommy.
Everything was great. We spent almost every free moment together. I had gotten a job at a club as the technician there. Had my own office, bringing in a great deal of money, more than I have ever before. I was able to buy my Vespa, my orange Vespa, and saved the rest for college or whatever. But that all changed when Fontes showed up at my house one fateful afternoon to tell me horrible news. His family was moving to the west coast, as far away from me as possible. I was so upset. Devestated really. We spent every spare second together. The final night, we curled up in his empty room on his floor. Reading manga, playing our DSs and even making love one final time before we slept in each other's arms. That morning was the hardest, I dn't think I've ever cried as much in my whole life. He gave me a drawing of us together, something I still have to this day, and I gave him a computer program, having written him an entire video game to explain to him how much I loved him. Having woked on it since the day he had given me the news.
I barely lived when he was gone. I felt as though I was shrouded in darkness, we talked over IM, and cells, but it was not the same, I missed him desperatly and each phone call only made it worse. I quit my job, taking a small bonus that my boss gave me, well.. he said it was small. But he knew what I was doing as soon as I did, before anyone else could figure it out. I was running away. To be with Fontes. I packed up what I needed, and left what I didn't. My parents wouldn't throw it away. I wrote them a note, and one night I packed up my Vespa, filled her with gas, and loaded with my bank card, I took off.
It was how I ended up here in Long Beach. Using clues from our conversations to hunt him down. I rented an apartment close to school. Went to good will and bought a bunch of used furniture to furnish it til I could work something else out, or make it my own. And hen enrolled in the school I knew he was in. But he had been here for a couple weeks now, and I was afraid he might have moved on. But I was resolute to find him, I could go back home, but I didn't want to. I chose love. Now if only I can find him in a city and campus as large as this.
Vespa:
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Apartment
Roommates: none
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
