[Phantom]

Hana Lily Yang

Full Name: Hana(h) Lily Yang
Pronouns: She/Her
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 28
Gender: Female (questioning)
Birthplace: Undisclosed
Birthday: November 15th
Orientation: Unsure
Status: Single
Occupation: Teacher
Power: Cloning
Play-By: Seulgi Kang
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 118 lbs


Personality:
Buried under layers of conditioning and discipline- Hana is an idealist at heart. She feels it's her duty at Infinity to train her students to the best of her ability- and she is genuine in her efforts. Hana is an orderly, polished person- ordinarily not a step or hair out of place. She aims to be considerate, and is respectful of others. When trusted with a task Hana is a quick and efficient worker. And, often, she is loyal to a fault to those she feels closest to.

When she's left on her own- with nothing to do- Hana is practically invisible. She is so used to being obedient- to following orders- that it's almost like she doesn't know what to do when she has none. Her rigid upbringing makes her more of an authoritarian than most. Hana is a strange mixture of both tough and wholly unaggressive. She prefers not to fight- but will stand her ground when necessary. Yet, there is something strangely pure about her. She is not good at hiding her emotions, or the things that excite her, even when she wants to.

This is in stark contrast to her usually dull demeanor. Now that she's working at Infinity, and no longer on the field- Hana feels aimless, apathetic. And when she sits down- and really thinks about things for more than a few minutes- pretty damn angry. The problem is, she doesn't know who she's angry with. She is more than a little cautious, often to the point of paranoia. She hesitates a lot in social situations, and is prone to imitating other people to get by.

Underneath all of this- Hana is warm. She is determined to bury it, somewhere deep inside where no one can see it, but she cannot. It shows through in everything she does. There is a part of her that deeply longs to have all those "young adult" experiences that she missed- the ones that you see in the movies. There's also a part of her that doesn't want to talk to anyone, doesn't want to do anything- and doesn't know where she stands. Hana is deeply confused, and questioning her place and purpose in life now that she can no longer do what she was raised to do.

History:
To the best of her knowledge, Hana was born on November 15th in coastal Oregon.

Her parents never said much, and she did not know them for long.

Hana's childhood was idyllic. She was a bright, mischievous girl- who caused her parents just as many heartaches as she did smiles. She was almost always outside playing, and would complain constantly when it rained.

And- since birth- she had a powerful ability. She grew up in a remote place- far from prying eyes. The only people she had regular contact with were her family. And despite how different they were, she always had a special bond with her uncle- Noel. The rainy days weren't so bad when he was around.

Truthfully, Hana doesn't remember much from that time. Her clearest- most early memories- are of Infinity. She first arrived on the island when she was six years old.

Her "class" was made up of nine other people, and she was the youngest. But age didn't matter there. The only difference between her and her older classmates was that her homework was actually math. It was easy for her to keep up- her clone would go to her training sessions- while she would be safe from any... training accidents, working on her schoolwork with a tutor.

The adjustment, for Hana, was easy- she was used to unquestionably obeying authority figures- the adults. They were just trying to help them learn to control their gifts! And some of them were dangerous! They even hurt themselves, sometimes! Sure, she had questions... But the adults knew what they were doing, didn't they?

A year passed- and Hana was excited for their graduation day.

She was in the forest when the rebellion started. When she heard the shouts- she did what any sensible seven year old would do- she hid. Among the roots of a tree. It felt like she was out there for hours- why was this happening?

She didn't feel safe enough to come out herself. It wasn't until later, deep into the night, when the surviving officers found her. By then the "mess" had been cleaned up entirely- just a training accident. That's why she should never train alone!

As for her- she had more learning to do. She had fantastic control of her power- but that, alone, wasn't enough. Hana learned many skills, and in that second year she was an observer.

She could control her own power perfectly. But when she cloned someone- she also had to be able to control their power- as naturally as if it were her own. That took some practice, but she did get the hang of it. A gifted person's power was like their essence- encoded as deeply as their most hated personality trait.

Once she could duplicate that- she could duplicate anything. And she didn't need to be all that close, either. She could do it from across the room, across the hall, across the island- if she had a clear view of the person she wanted to clone- she could do it.

Even in all her (trained) naivety, Hana wasn't unaware of the change in atmosphere. The officers that she had been so close to before seemed distant- much more alert- as if they were waiting for something to go wrong. They could no longer communicate with the outside world. No TV- (sometimes they watched movies,) and the once small facility was rapidly expanding.

She officially graduated with the second group. Hana didn't know what happened to them- where they went- she never saw any of them again.

Meanwhile, she was sent out to the field. In the year that she was on the island, life had gone on on the outside, and her parents were gone. The only person she had left was her uncle.

In the field, Hana was given basic tasks. She was still only a girl. Clone someone important, go here, do this. Sometimes she would work with someone else- and she met many other gifted. But she never knew them for long. She didn't question it much- she was well aware that she was just another piece on the board.

At the time, she was too busy being a person again- she had many friends to make, TV shows to watch, and although she didn't always enjoy it- classwork to do. Hana was blissfully unaware of the manipulation going on around her, that she met the people she met because she was allowed to.

She got her high school diploma in the mail. And when she turned eighteen, the real fun started.

Up until that point she was given important assignments, sure. But she was never asked to do any obvious dirty work.

She wasn't "in the field"- she was in the corner office. Now that she was trained to hold a gun- she was in the field. Or, rather, at least one of her clones was. Hana never liked to be too close to the action, she took all the distance she could get. Her clones could get bruised, shot up, or worse- and she would be fine.

She was convinced that everything she did was for the greater good. The documents that she made copies of were important for national security. The people that she killed- or helped kill- were enemies of the state. A threat not only to themselves- but everyone else. She was trained for this, to use her gift to help make the world a better place.

Sure, she wasn't always happy anymore. But if she could make the world better- it was worth it. Wasn't it?

Somewhere along the way, Hana stopped having time to watch TV, or make friends. She was always moving- from one location to the next, from one order to the next- from one group to the next. There was no continuity. The backdrop changed, but the tasks were the same.

She was in it up to her chest, until it unraveled. Violently, and all at once.

Hana was not far enough from the action for comfort. There was very little cover out in the open desert. She had made clones of every single one of her company- and they all went in together. Once the mission was complete, they would be evacuated.

The only warning she had was the tingling feeling in her spine- and the single shout of one of her comrades.

Sand whipped up violently around her, and she was knocked to the ground.

Her clones were gone.

She did what a sensible twenty-seven year old would do- she hid. Debris was everywhere- if she had to- she would play dead.

She waited- they were going to come and get her, they were going to come get her- they-

They weren't coming to get her. Deep into the night, she was left there alone. She dragged herself out: clawing at the sand in front of her, dragging her chest and legs over rocks, and other debris.

Were there any survivors? The silence was thicker than the sand.

They left them out there- like broken toys, strewn in the sand.

She couldn't walk. Her legs were too damaged. She crawled. If she didn't make it back to base on her own, surely, someone would find her. She had to hope for that.

Hana remembered all the other times a comrade had been wounded. She remembered all of the people that she'd met once, and never saw again. She remembered the first class. And the second- how many more had there been? She thought, but she didn't feel. She had to make it out alive to feel.

She made it back to base. Nobody had gone out to search- they had really left her to die.

She didn't have much time to dwell on it before being taken into surgery. Hana's left leg was badly wounded, and needed to be dressed- her right leg was amputated above the knee.

They held her for a month, until she was fit enough to fly "home". Not that she had a home anywhere.

Hana was given top of the line care. Her uncle supported her tirelessly- even when he couldn't directly be there for her. He was (and still is,) the only person she could truly trust and rely on. Four months of grueling physical therapy passed, and then she was fitted for her first prosthetic.

The adjustment was anything but easy.

Not only was she learning how to walk again, Hana was also just beginning to come to terms with what had happened to her- not just in the past six months- what really happened. She was so angry- but at who? For what? Her parents were dead. She was mad at herself, but what could she have done? Everything was messed up.

All she could do was keep moving forward- keep learning to walk again. Switch from the walker, to crutches, to a cane. From the balance bars, to the hallway, to the stairs. Forward was the only way to go. She still had orders to follow, but these were for herself. She could do that.

Now that they had no use for her, what was she going to do? It wasn't until she was discharged from the hospital, and from physical therapy, that her uncle was there to balance her in more ways than one. She could come work for him. And it was, really, the perfect job for her.

She was back on that island, and it was almost unrecognizable. The buildings were large and foreign. They had whole rec centers, a massive library- a well manicured lawn.

She wondered how many people knew about the skeletons they were built on. Hana had bought it then- when she was seven- but that was not a "training exercise" any more than what had happened to her in the desert was.

Her uncle was in charge now. He wanted to help the gifted- he wanted to help her. This place, Infinity, was different. And so was she. She wasn't that bright little girl anymore.

These students need her. And they must become strong.

Other:
The Powers:
Cloning- Hana is able to create and control a perfect clone of anyone- including herself. The clone will have the exact same attributes as the person she clones- including any items currently in their possession. But, if she clones someone with a power, they're never quite as strong as the original. There doesn't seem to be a limit to Hana's ability. However, the further down the tree she goes (eg. she makes a clone of someone, that clone makes a clone of someone, that clone makes another clone, etc) the less powerful the clones become. When they suffer enough damage, her clones disappear, leaving nothing behind but their clothes and the items they were carrying.

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