Hannah Maxson Overview Overview A former ghost hunter turned Nosferatu, Hannah struggles to get a foothold in the tenuous world of the vampire, post-embrace. As these are her first nights, Hannah is a fledgling - and therefore, is among some of the most inexperienced in the world of the vampire. Her fascination with the supernatural has persisted into her unlife - though her first encounter with a vampire has definitely left her mentally scarred. FREEBIES: 15 -4 (two points in occult)-1 (1 point in Resources) -5  (+1 Stamina)-2 for Ability Point (Firearms)-3 for GEN Background Basics Basics Name Hannah Maxson Player The Deltarune System Chronicle Baltimore After Dark Nature Bon Vivant Demeanor Rogue Concept Fuck around and Find Out Feat. GHOSTBUSTERS Clan Nosferatu Generation 8 Sire Sabbat turning (Rory) Attributes Attributes Physical p Strength Specialization 11000 Dexterity Parkour 11110 Stamina 11100 Social s Charisma Specialization 11100 Manipulation 11000 Appearance 00000 Mental t Perception Specialization 11100 Intelligence Subj Authority: Computers 11110 Wits 11100 Abilities Abilities Talents p Alertness Specialization 11000 Athletics 11000 Awareness 11100 Brawl 11000 Empathy 00000 Expression Conversation 10000 Intimidation 10000 Leadership 00000 Streetwise 00000 Subterfuge 11000 00000 Skills s Animal Ken Specialization 00000 Crafts 00000 Drive 00000 Etiquette 00000 Firearms 11000 Larceny 10000 Melee 10000 Performance 00000 Stealth 11000 Survival 00000 00000 Knowledge t Academics Programming 11000 Computers 11100 Finance 00000 Investigation 11000 Law 00000 Medicine 00000 Occult 11000 Politics 00000 Science 00000 Technology (Computers) 11000 00000 Advantages Advantages Disciplines Obfuscate 11100 Potence 10000 Animalism 10000 00000 00000 00000 Backgrounds RESOURCES 11100 GENERATION 11111 00000 00000 00000 00000 Virtues Conscience/Conviction 11100 Self-Control/Instinct 11100 Courage 11110 Humanity/Path 11111 10000 Path Humanity Bearing 6 Willpower 11111 10000 ▣▣▣▣▣ ▣0000 Blood Pool (15) 11111 11111 11111 00000 Blood/Turn 3 Merits & Flaws Merits & Flaws Merit Type Cost Coldly Logical Mental 1 Computer Aptitude Mental 2 Sabbat Survivor Social 1 Monstrous Maw Physical 1 Eidetic Memory Mental 2 Flaw Type Bonus Phobia (Heights) Mental -2 New Kid Social -1 Impatient Mental -1 Smell of the Grave Physical -1 Phobia (Claustrophobia) Social -2 Rituals & Paths Rituals & Paths Ritual Level Path 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 Experience & Derangements DUMB THINGS I SPENT EXP ON Total 20 Spent 15 Notes - 5 Obfuscate 2 -10 Obfuscate 3 Derangements Expanded Backgrounds Expanded Backgrounds Allies Contacts Fame Herd Influence Mentor Resources Works from home for various programming contracts and gigs for her primary source of income. As her work is remote, she doesn't have to worry about going outside unless she needs to feed. Retainers Status Other Rights & Possessions Rights & Possessions Gear (Carried) Sig Sauer P226 (.357, also accepts .38)(Pistol, Hvy. 5 DAM, 25 RANGE, 3 RATE, CAPACITY 14+1, CONCEALABILITY: JACKET) Feeding Grounds Havens Townhouse: "The Lair", 3 Bedroom, 2 Bath, 1650 SQ FT. Probably the comfiest nerd lair you can imagine, complete with LED lights and a whole fireplace. Equipment (Owned) Gaming Rig, Supplementary Laptop(s), Motorcycle Helmet (Full) & Pads Vehicles 2006 Suzuki GSX-R 1000K6  (Motorbike) Other Cat: French Fry Blood Bonds/Vinculi Blood Bonds/Vinculi Bound To Rating Bound To Rating Description Description Age 27 Apparent Age Indeterminable. D.O.B. 04/13/1995 R.I.P. 05/16/2022 Hair Black, Greasy. Eyes Golden Race Indeterminable. Nationality American. Height 6'1" Build Jacked Gender Female Face Claim https://vartiusdraws.tumblr.com/image/612419021002981376 History History Born in Syracuse, New York on April 13th, 1995, Hannah was born to two fairly uninteresting parents and began the start of her life in the 'burbs. Her early childhood was fairly normal - average even, for someone born into a middleclass family.Her fascination with the supernatural began early - though it was mostly discouraged by her parents since it was something 'weird' that they thought would effect their daughter's chances at getting friends; as such, they tried to stamp it out - only to fail miserably when Hannah began walking to the library. As time went on, Hannah's casual interest in scary stories and folklore legends branched out into the many, many, many mostly useless books on the Arcane - never really gleaning much more than the presented stereotypes at first.As her parents expected, having such an 'out there' interest such as aliens, monsters, and ghosts kind of separated her from her peers, though for the most part she didn't seem to take much notice. Hannah's childhood was lonely.When Hannah was twelve, she was pushed to pursue an interest in computers - and miraculously, it stuck. When before she only had eyes for the spooky and terrifying, now she was wondering how it all worked.By the time that highschool had ended, Hannah had long learned how to build a computer - and had in fact, secured a place in MIT; though whether this was from her good grades, or her parents engaging in some form of bribery is unknown.For the next four years, Hannah went quiet, nearly cutting off contact with her parents due to how apocalyptically busy she was between her studies, and meeting her deadlines. In the end, she emerged with a bachelor's degree in Computer Science - and in a stroke of good luck, it didn't take her long to find steady employment through contracted work and other side-gigs.Before she knew it, she was working at home in a rented townhome, and she finally had her own space where she could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. For a time, things seemed good - it even seemed like things were looking up; but as the years dragged on, the question of 'is this all there is' seemed to stick out. Reality was cruel, people were often monsters. Politicians stomped on the less fortunate, while the rich exploited everyone else.The mundanity of life was a crushing and surreal thing that she couldn't escape, as much as she tried. It wasn't enough that she be safe or secure, stability was fine - but stagnancy was not. For a time, Hannah tried new hobbies - but in the end, it seemed like very little gave her any sense of meaning. Dice games were great, but her schedule didn't allow for it. Gardening was fine, but all it was, was just passing time and waiting for something green to grow. It was unfulfilling.In time, Hannah was left with a clear idea of what she wanted to do. The supernatural was out there, it had to be; this couldn't be all there was - she refused to accept it.  And so, over the course of the next few years, Hannah began to hunt for the supernatural, if nothing else but to prove to herself that it existed - that the real world was much stranger and fantastical than she had been led to believe. Her adventures ranged from urban exploration to flat-out trespassing - and over time, she began to see things. Abnormal things...and she began to talk about them on a reddit forum. Eventually, this would lead to her death.The night was crisp - there was an absolute lack of moisture in the atmosphere, while Hannah rode down the street on her motorbike. One thirty AM and she was out on her bike, riding through near-deserted streets, streetlamp halos passing her by, as if it were some kind of omen - a spotlight of sorts. A nervous energy seized in Hannah's gut, as she leaned forward. She'd come too far now to back out. Sure, maybe the tip she'd gotten was a bit sudden and strangely worded - but her source had been reliable in the past - at least for the past two hunts. The supernatural was within her grasp - the world seemed to be ever expanding; and everything she had seen so far hinted toward some fabulous and unnamable power. The feeling of terror was washed away with the feeling of power that knowing brought her. How could she document the world if she didn't approach it for what it was? Knowledge was power. It was her game. The world of ghosts had opened up an entirely new world - one where monsters existed. She'd never met one - not for real - not outside of a few angry ghosts. She hoped to keep it that way.Hannah came back to the present, as her bike sped to the upwards of  fifty eight miles an hour. Pumping the breaks gently slowed the craft down, as the cracked, old road turned to gravel, leading up to what looked to be a manor overgrown with vines - nearly erased by time. The purr of the engine died, as she kicked out the stand. "Fine. I guess this is as far as we get there." The helmet was the first thing to go. Brushing her hair back, Hannah was slow to put the helmet onto the bike's seat - even slower to approach the gate. By the time the Go-Pro was rolling - mounted on her shoulder as it was - she had only barely passed through the rusted gates.Something filled her with an intense dread - approaching terror. The hairs on her skin stood on end - and for a second, she swore she saw something moving in the brush. Her hands tightened into fists - before she relaxed her left hand, and grabbed a small flashlight from her bag - clicking it on. At a glance, the manor looked even more unwelcoming than it had from her headlights. Her hand unconsciously inched for the leather bound satchel at her side. Among other things, it contained her handgun, and her field journal. One could never be too careful out here. Especially not when it felt like this. On some level, Hannah was used to this. A feeling of dread wasn't unusual when it meant that the supernatural was about - though it had never felt quite like this. Something was wrong - but she couldn't find it within herself to resist a mystery - even if she was creeped out. "I just...have to check out the tip, and that'll be it. We can go home." Everything screamed at her to run - to turn around - on a primal level. Her nails dug into the palms of her fists, and she quieted her breath, the gravel crunching underneath her heal, as her hand tightened into a deathgrip around her flashlight - her knuckles whitening.The tip had said that something new was in this location - something she'd never seen before. The wording had been vague - more so than the last few tips had been. It felt...wrong, but in her excitement to document something new, she hadn't listened to what her gut was telling her. This road wasn't on the map. This entire structure wasn't listed when she tried to search for the address.Hannah took a moment to breathe. Remaining calm was key to surviving in almost any situation involving the supernatural, or...well, mostly the dead. She hadn't encountered much more than ghosts, in all honesty. Slowly, Hannah began to move again, creeping up the rotting stairs onto a deck that had mostly fallen into disrepair. It was clear that no-one had been here in quite some time. That alone was enough to make her feel a little bit better. If no-one living had gone up the stairs, then that meant she was probably alone with a possibly violent and deranged spectre. "Okay. Key is to not touch anything. They get way more mad when you touch anything that belonged to them. Otherwise they might just ignore you, which is kind of what we're aiming for." For a moment, everything seemed like the normal abandoned house. Sometimes people died, and there was no-one to inherit the land. The government usually snatched it up, but sometimes things were just left to rot like this. It was sad in a way - for the manor must have looked beautiful in its prime. So caught up in the aesthetics of the ruined manor she was, that Hannah didn't notice the doorway closing behind her, or the shadow that had appeared.Heavy breathing is what caught her attention first. With a jerk of her neck, her eyes filled with terror. The creature looked emaciated - and a burlap sack was upon it's head - soaked in a large blood splatter. The seam of the sack had been split to reveal a single gleaming eye - though Hannah's gaze was more drawn to the sickle in its hand. Panic filled her, and she was sent scrambling down the hallway. Various debris had either blocked the windows, or covered them completely. In the end, she was funneled downwards - into the cellar. Hannah could feel her heart beating in her chest, as her heavy boots punched down onto the wooden floor. In her haste, she didn't realize that she'd been pushed into another trap. The a metal door slammed down behind her, as she entered down into where the basement should have been. The basement, or whatever this was, looked to be a large underground space that stretched beyond what one might imagine being beneath the building above. The first thing that stood out was pungent scent of rot; the second was the yellow buzzing lights above, and the slightly moist carpet below. Her panic was quick to return, when she heard footsteps in the distance. Hannah ran the maze for what felt like hours, never feeling like she was getting anywhere. Always there was something just out of sight, stomping behind her, no matter where she turned - no matter how fast she ran. Sweat ran down Hannah's face as she ran. She'd never been hurting for stamina before, and she'd become pretty athletic during the course of her adventures - but the maze seemed to stretch on and on without end. She wasn't a slouch but...she could only run for so long, and she was fast approaching her limit. She was slowing down - she knew it. It wasn't long before she came to a stop - breathing ragged. She couldn't catch her breath. It felt like the walls were closing in. It took Hannah a few moments for her to realize that she wasn't hearing footsteps. In her exhaustion, she had let her guard down. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Hannah opened her satchel - pulling free her handgun. "Alright...fine. Let's see what you're made of." Bravery wasn't the absence of fear - but the ability to act in spite of it. Running hadn't worked out very well for her so far - it was time to face up to the challenge - whatever it was. The lights went out for all of a second - before a second set of lights turned on - painting the walls with a red light. For a fleeting second, Hannah had the naïve hope that it didn't mean anything bad for her.The sound of thudding boots rapidly approaching rang out until Hannah was all but sure that the monster was all but upon her. For a second, all Hannah could hear was the rapid beating of her heart, as she raised her handgun - pointing it down the hallway she'd just entered from. A hand burst from her left - through the wall - and grabbed her by the throat. Hannah hardly had any time to figure out what was going on, before she was on the ground again, in a different hallway.Being thrown was definitely a new experience - and a bad one, to say the least. Hannah was quick to recover - in time enough to roll to her side - out of the way of an oncoming sickle blade. "Fuck!" Scrambling to her right, Hannah would back herself into a wall - only to realize that the monster was gone. "What the fuck...?" She didn't imagine that. She didn't just somehow throw herself through a wall. The monster had turned invisible or had fled. "Oh, I don't like how clever you are." The words came out shakily, as her grip tightened again on the handgun in her grip. Her visibility was already reduced from the lights - but if this thing was sneaky enough to disappear into the darkness - or whatever it had done - she was in trouble. In the moment, her mind shut down. "Come on then!" The monster's hand appeared on her gun, and in all of a second, it was taken away from her. A wordless yell of terror and adrenaline escaped Hannah's chest - and a left hook was sent for the bagman's head. Her fist collided with something hard and unyielding. She barely had time to react before it was upon her.