Name
Hanna Lee Page

Nickname
none

Age
20

Birthday
July 28, 1988

Zodiac
Cancer

Place of Birth
Chicago, IL

Ethnicity
English, German, French

Nationality
American

Height
5'7"

Weight
130 lbs



Tattoos
none

Piercings
none

Scars
nothing of importance

Criminal Record
none

Education
high school

Job
none

Pets
she's not a fan of animals

Biography
Felicia Monroe was the type of shallow pretty girl who went off to college only to become a trophy wife for some aspiring politician, or lawyer, or whatever. Luckily, "fate" intervened and there she met Russell Page, future executive. They married and later on one sunny July afternoon, Hanna came into the world. Their only child, and the only girl in her family, Hanna was lavished with an constant stream of gifts and affection.

She wasn't like other spoiled little girls, though. Hanna never threw tantrums, and took whatever she was given or did whatever she was told without complaint. She was a wallflower in school, too, meek and shy and bookish. She didn't have many friends beyond the children of her mother's friends; she had pretty dresses and nice toys but even at that age jealousy had a way of manifesting itself and no kid ever denied the opportunity to pick on a goody-two-shoes like Hanna. After all, she was the golden child: pretty, perfectly behaved, always brought home straight A's, outperformed everyone else in whatever activity her mother's whims had shoved her into that week. But things change when you go to high school and boys start to notice you have tits and a pretty face.

The same kids who would have pushed her on the playground in elementary school now wanted to see just who could yank that pretentious purity ring off her little manicured fingers first, and as for the girls, they still hated her... but by now they'd learned to keep their friends close and their enemies closer. Being loaded was a plus, too. Suddenly she was popular, surrounded by a constant frenzy of friends and boys and involved in about every activity under the sun. Pretty, popular, smart, that one annoyingly perfect friend who your parents always asked you why you couldn't be more like.

Just as her social life started looking up, her home life started spiraling when her father was promoted to some higher position and was gone for days, weeks on end. Her mother, ever dependent on men, became more and more distant, too, drinking more than she should have and eventually bringing home all manners of men. Instead of drowning herself in liquor and sex like her mother, Hanna was the poor little rich girl who threw daddy's credit card at every problem that came her way, and poured herself completely into school and her social life. Once her father caught wind of her mother's affairs, they divorced and he soon became nothing but gifts in the mail to Hanna. Disillusioned with her life, she struck out on her own in search of something more.