~The Guardian~
Tale of a wandering soul
Name: "Han" van Eyck... or so goes the alias. In truth, nobody seems to know her real name-- and, given her unusual obsession with fine art, many suspect that the title is merely a pseudonym. It can only be assumed that Hanna is her complete first name... and still, this is only speculation.
Gender: Female.
Age: Assumedly in her early 20's, but this is merely based on circumstancial evidence and observation.
Physical Appearance: At first glance, there's nothing particularely special about Han. She's a plain enough person, not quite slender (as the word generally implies
curves) but decidedly scrawny, with a pale frame that looks almost frail to the touch. Joined with the fact that she often wears clothing two sizes too large (and from the men's department no less, which does nothing to assert her gender), her 5'6'' build resembles a pre-pubescent boy more than a proper woman. Her face is youthful enough and smooth jawed, with bleak almost-green eyes and hair that's not
exactly black... but close enough, straight, shoulder-length, and tugged back in a low ponytail at the nape of her neck.
Defining Features: One of Han's most noticable features would be her scar: a surprisingly long diagonal stripe on the left cheek, beginning near the inner corner of her eye and ending at the jaw-line, an inch or two below the ear. It's not particularely ugly, just a white, smooth old remnant of some pointless accident or mishap in years past, but it is still a point of interest... maybe. She also wears reading glasses on occasion, being slightly nearsighted... but only when her contacts have ripped.
Personality: While she might look tame enough, one conversation with Han is enough to send most little socialites packing. She isn't exactly
rude, per se... moreso, she's just a hopeless introvert that can't seem to grasp the meaning of "casual" conversation. While she has an exceptional intellect, strong memory and a sharp wit, her knowledge is rendered utterly useless in the world of Everyday... crippled by her own pathetic introversion.
History: "The only certain thing in life is uncertainty." Vaguely, she could still recall such silly mantras tumbling from the lips of a parent in bygone years. So laughably simple, so amusingly succinct... and so hauntingly accurate a summation of her life. "Home" never existed for Han. There were houses-- and countless numbers of them, all purchased, settled into... and sold again before the season was over to seek another strange new place. Such was life; her "family" was hardly a family at all, but a tribe of nomads that travelled on the heels of better-paying jobs and so-called "opportunities" which promised something better than the present and never delivered.
They were living in England when she turned 18... and celebrated by purchasing a tiny cottage house in Greyton, therein (timidly) declaring total independance from her family unit and vowing to stay in one place to settle down for the first time in her young life.
Sure, it was a hard road to travel, but multiple jobs gave her just enough to pay the bills, put something in the fridge... and purchase the most peculiar little
something she'd ever come across from a shop down the road.
