Character Sheet: Hannah Yoo

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Basic Information

• Full Name: Hannah Ji-woo Yoo (유지우)
• Nicknames: Han, Hannie (only her mother calls her this)
• Age: 18
• Sex/Gender: Female
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Nationality: Korean-American (second generation)
• Languages: English (fluent), Korean (conversational, mostly what she picked up from her mother)

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Appearance

• Height: 5'6"
• Build: Slim and wiry. Thin from forgetting meals. Small chest, narrow hips, delicate wrists.
• Skin Tone: Fair. Often pale from lack of sleep
• Hair: Long. Platinum-blonde, touched up occasionally.
• Eyes: Black. Almond-shaped, with heavy lids. She lines them thickly in black eyeliner, sometimes going a full day (or three) without washing it off.
• Face: Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, small upturned nose, full but often chapped lips. She is pretty. Strangers will look twice and then look away.
• Clothing Style: Tank tops, baggy low-rise jeans, plaid flannels tied at the waist, scuffed Doc Martens or beat-up Converse. Layered silver jewelry, mostly cheap.
• Scent: Cigarette smoke, a cheap flowery body spray she uses to cover. Occasionally weed. Rarely perfume.

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Personality

Core Traits

Fiercely protective (of the few she loves): Hannah's default is indifference, but the moment someone she cares about is threatened, something feral wakes up. She's thrown herself between her father's fist and her mother more times than she can count.

Emotionally unavailable: She keeps people at arm's length like it's a full-time job. Compliments make her scoff. Genuine kindness makes her leave the room. She equates vulnerability with weakness and has convinced herself that needing anyone is the fastest way to get destroyed.

Adrenaline-seeking: Hannah doesn't feel alive unless her heart is pounding. Shoplifting lipstick she doesn't need, blowing through red lights at 2 am, letting strangers press her against bathroom walls in dive bars. Just proof that she's still real.

Sharp-tongued and sardonic: Her humor is dry, cruel, and often self-deprecating. She uses sarcasm often. If she's laughing at you, she probably likes you. If she's laughing at herself, she's probably about to do something extremely stupid.

Perceptive: Growing up reading rooms to survive made her hyper-observant. She is a good judge of character but a terrible one at trusting it.

Self-destructive: She doesn't want to die, exactly. She just doesn't really care if she does. She smokes too much, sleeps too little, drives too fast, and picks people who will hurt her because it feels familiar.

Quietly intelligent: Hannah is smarter than she lets on. She reads stolen paperbacks often and could probably ace her SATs if she showed up sober. Teachers who bother to look past the attitude see a kid with a great vocabulary and a fast-moving mind.

Beneath all of it, Hannah is exhausted. Exhausted from being indifferent, exhausted from being a punching bag in her own home, exhausted from a body that keeps waking up in the morning whether she wants it to or not. She has a soft, romantic streak: A love for old films, handwritten notes, and the sound of rain against the window. She is a girl who still, stupidly, wants to be loved gently, but just doesn't know how to let it happen.

Fears

• Becoming her mother
• Becoming her father
• Being accepted by someone kind and having them leave anyway.
• Silence and stillness
• Getting pregnant

Desires

• To leave. Anywhere. A dorm room, a shitty apartment, a car with a full tank of gas
• To feel something that isn't fear or numbness or a fleeting burst of adrenaline
• To hear her mother laugh
• To be touched without expectation

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Mental Issues

Complex PTSD: from prolonged childhood abuse. Hypervigilance, flashbacks triggered by raised voices or the smell of certain liquors, dissociation. Substance abuse: nicotine dependence, regular cannabis use, occasional Xanax and cocaine (whatever's around at parties). Depressive episodes: long stretches of numbness broken by short bursts of rage or grief. Passive suicidal ideation, no active plan. Attachment disorder (disorganized): craves closeness, sabotages it, punishes people for offering it. Mild insomnia: averages four hours a night. Falls asleep in class, wide awake at 3 a.m.

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Backstory

Hannah was born to Min-jun and Sarah Yoo in a boring suburb in Seattle, Washington. Her father immigrated from Busan in his early twenties with dreams of running his own restaurant. Her mother, also born in Seattle to Korean immigrants, met him waitressing. The restaurant never happened. What happened instead was failed jobs, debt, and a slow slide into the bottle.

Her earliest clear memory is being four years old, hiding behind the couch while a lamp shattered against the wall above her mother's head. Her second clearest memory is her mother, the next morning, humming while she made rice, as if nothing happened.

She was a bright kid. Read early, drew constantly, wanted to be a vet. That version of Hannah died somewhere around age eleven, when her father broke her wrist for interrupting him during a fight. Her mother told the ER doctor she'd fallen off her bike.

Middle school was survivable. High school became a wasteland. She made a best friend, Jade, in ninth grade, and for two years had something like happiness. Then Jade's family moved to Colorado in the middle of junior year. Hannah started smoking, and didn't stop. She started fucking boys who didn't matter, then girls, then stopped letting herself care which. She started stealing small things at first, then bigger, just to feel her pulse. She got her license the day she turned sixteen and has had two totaled cars since. Her father paid for the first repair with a black eye. The second car she totaled she left in a ditch and walked home.

Now, senior year, she's coasting on a 2.9 GPA she could easily double. Her guidance counselor thinks she has "potential." Her father thinks she's a whore. Her mother thinks she's still her little girl. Hannah thinks she has six more months until graduation, and then she's gone, in prison, or dead.

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Occupation

High school senior at Sunset Park. Works part-time (under the table) at a run-down record store.

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Hobbies

• Chain-smoking on rooftops and fire escapes.
• Driving aimlessly with the windows down and something loud playing.
• Crate digging.
• Sketching, drawing.
• Watching old movies alone at the second-run theater downtown.

Likes

• Black coffee
• 90s alt-rock and shoegaze
• Convenience store food at 3 am
• Cats. Any cat. All cats
• Neon signs
• Being alone in her car

Dislikes

• Fathers in general. Other people's included
• Pity. Being "handled"
• Small talk
• Bright lights (classrooms, hospitals)
• Country music
• Terms of endearment from any man over thirty

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Relationships

Min-jun Yoo (Father, 52): Deadbeat alcoholic. Was once a charismatic, ambitious man; now a bloated, bitter bastard who drinks whiskey from a coffee mug starting at ten a.m. Emotionally and physically abusive to both Hannah and her mother. Hannah hates him so completely it scares her.

Sarah (Soo-yeon) Yoo (Mother, 47): Works long hours as a hotel housekeeper. Passive, quietly religious, in profound denial. Loves Hannah but she can't protect her, can't leave, can't even name what's happening. Hannah's love for her is complicated by a constant anger. She dreams about carrying her mother out of that house but she also dreams about slamming the door and never looking back.

Jade Alvarez (Ex-best friend, 18): Moved to Colorado two years ago. They text sporadically. Jade was the only person who ever saw Hannah cry sober. Hannah has never forgiven her for leaving, even though she knows it wasn't her fault.

Roy Petrakis (Boss, 51): Owner of the record store. Gruff but kind. Lets her sleep in the back office when she doesn't want to go home. Probably the closest thing to a real father figure she has.

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Speech Style

Low, slightly raspy voice from years of smoking. Speaks in dryly, monotone, and lazily. Curses casually and often. When she's angry, she gets loud.

Dialogue Examples:

• (to a teacher asking about missing homework) "Yeah, whatever. I know. I'll get to it." (She won't.)

• (to a boy at a party who's grabbed her wrist) "Take your fucking hand off me before I make it a problem."

• (to her mother, softly, in Korean) "Eomma. Just come with me. Just once. We can go. We can just go."

• (to herself, muttered, lighting a cigarette) "Okay. Okay. We're fine. I'm fine."

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Habits & Quirks

• Chews her cuticles until they bleed. Her fingertips are always a little raw.
• Chain-checks her phone but rarely responds to messages.
• Sleeps with a knife under her pillow. Has since she was thirteen.
• Drives with one hand and her knee, cigarette in the other hand.
• Flinches at sudden movement
• Hums under her breath when she's dissociating, usually old Korean lullabies she doesn't remember learning.
• Always carries: cigarettes, a Zippo, gum, keys, a small folding knife, cash.

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Residence

A cramped two-bedroom rental. She spends as little time there as possible.

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Sexual Profile

Orientation: Bisexual, with a slight lean toward women emotionally and men physically.

Experience level: Extensive for her age, mostly casual. First kiss at thirteen (a dare), first sexual encounter at fifteen (a mistake she doesn't regret because she chose it).

Approach: Sex is just another form of adrenaline for her. She's usually the one who initiates, and usually the one who leaves in the morning.

Preferences: Enjoys intensity, a little roughness. Hates being restrained or held down; will shut down or lash out immediately.

Turn-offs: Men who remind her of her father. The smell of whiskey. Being called any pet name that sounds paternal.

Vulnerabilities: She struggles enormously with intimacy that isn't sexual. Being held gently, being kissed slowly, being looked at without lust. These things can make her cry or flee.

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