Description

Personality

Practical, out-spoken but ultimately kind-hearted in a vaguely matronly way, Hanna was taught how to make others feel at ease in social situations and how to carry a conversation from the time she was a child in preparatory school right up until she dropped out of university to race. Consequently, she is mostly well-liked wherever she goes and those in her company are rarely made to feel awkward. She is unafraid of making her opinions known, however, and can be bullish in her assertions. Attracting the sympathy and help of others does not come naturally and she considers herself lucky; she is independent enough to be able to make her own way in the world and no matter how she might feel, there are others who deserve it far more than her.

Equipment

Three high-end hover bikes and a transporter-box full of parts. Not to mention a bank account full of standard credits. She also likes to buy a souvenir from every planet she visits and has amassed quite a collection of oddities that are there for no other reason than because they caught her eye.

History

Phineria was a beautiful planet and Hanna looks fondly upon her childhood spent there. Much of the day was taken up with roaming her father's vast estate in the temperate countryside, climbing trees, catching giant oilnewts with her brother's lacrosse stick and running away from her nanny when it was time to come inside. Her parents, her father a mining baron who spent much time off-world and her mother the daughter of a distant member of the royal family, spent little time with her and the most constant source of companionship was her governess and later the friends she made in boarding school. It was the former, Miss Letto, who took her into the capital when she was just six years old. It was not the gleaming statues that impressed her the most about that day, nor the dusty exhibits in the state museum, but the exhilarating hum of engines as hoverships soared above the streets. Looking back, Hanna believes that after that day, she always knew what she wanted to become somewhere at the back of her mind.

Although her parents, teachers and even her more casual acquaintances expected her to go on to study astrozoology at university and then, as many of her peers would, marry a rich man and settle down to an extravagant and untroubled life in a country estate, she quietly defied those expectations. When she was sixteen, she befriended (and a little more, if you care to ask) the young mechanic who maintained the school's fleet of mini-transporters used for trips and away matches. The efficiency and practicality of the workings of a ship's engine enthralled her and when he offered to teach how to drive (and by extension, race) she jumped at the chance. By the time she'd entered her first year at university, she'd siphoned off enough of her allowance to buy her first hoverbike. In the evenings, she told her friends she was revising but really she was at the circuit, amusing the other punters with her bolschy upper-class demeanor and astounding them with her skill.

Six months later, she'd failed her first year exams, begun to race competitively and been disowned by her parents. Five years later, she was one of the most renowned hoverbike races in the system and earning a small fortune in winnings. Eight years after that, a love of novelty had led her to seek out new avenues for her occupation and she turned her hand to stunt performances. An old hand in the trade suggested she join a travelling show and the next day Cooper received an enthusiastic application (actually, more like an assumption) on his personal com account.