There was a plan, everything was set out, planned, organized. Her parents had put her name on the list for pre-K before she was a year old, all because the best schools in New York required it, and there was no options but to be in the best schools. Her parents wouldn't allow it.
Life was so orderly, almost sterile. There was a lack of physical affection growing up, from her parents at least. The nannies, the maids, anyone that was part of the help was always far more affectionate than her parents were. No, her parents were distant, they were bringing up someone that was the perfect heir, someone that was little more than a robot made of flesh and blood. As a young child it was confusing, but easy to do what they wanted, so that she would get their approval. It became a cycle that continued as she got older, and as much as she hated it, she did it because it was easier. It was just what she'd gotten used to doing.
When she went to college she was forced to take the classes that her father wanted, to major in what he wanted. She hated business school, had no real desire to do what her parents wanted any more. Around this time things began to change and she she started taking a few classes here and there as electives. Drama, speech, intro to law. She realized that she was really very good at reading others, and at debate, which lead to her joining the debate team, and becoming involved with the student government. But because her father was still paying for it she had to do what his weekly phonecalls said to do.
Sophmore year her father's company went bankrupt and her father was arrested, the charges were later dropped, but by then the damage to the families reputation was done. Due to that she decided that with her father no longer paying for everything that she was going to do what she wanted, and changed her major from business to philosophy with a goal for law school. She finished undergrad, and applied and was accepted into Columbia Law school, and began to work towards getting her degree. She was good at it, had a head for the information, was skilled at research and writing, academically she was excellent. So when things changed in 2006 she barely noticed on a personal level. Of course, the explosion and the riots that happened afterwards were something that no one could ignore, and it disrupted life for a time before things settled back in, and she continued her education.
After graduation she took the Bar exam, twice, before she passed and was able to get on with the public defenders office. It was shit jobs with shit pay, but something started happening. She was winning…almost every case she was managing to out argue the prosecution, even on cases were the evidence should have said otherwise. After a year she decided to branch out on her own, her and a friend from law school started a small time thing that quickly grew, and she began to make money. Good money.
Mandatory registration deadline hit, and her luck changed. Everything good in her life up until that point was ripped away from her when they discovered that she was Evolved. At that point everything came crashing down for the second time in her life, and she ended up being moved to the Eltingville Blocks along with all the rest of those that were like her, were different. Of course this discovery lead to her losing her license to practice, and being locked up. Dignity was perhaps the hardest thing for her to lose, she'd been rich, entitled, privileged her entire life, and now she was locked up like the criminals she defended.
Sadly, things only got worse from there and the second bomb went off, and the war began, she was there with the others being lined up and led off to slaughter. She was desperate, and managed to surprise one of the guards, knocking them out long enough for her to run and hide. It didn't last, however, she was found again. They were killed, another bit of random good luck for her, and she managed to get her hand on the gun and fight back in a more real way than she ever had before. She was ill-equipped for it, but she managed to survive and got herself out of there with the help of others. She fought as part of the resistance, in the ways that she could, and learned enough to manage to survive for the duration of the war, but she was never the fighter others were. Not then.
At the end of the war she went back to her life, or tried to. Friends she thought she had were no longer willing to associate with her. She had to rebuild from the ground up, and ended up getting a normal job, a boring job. It was functional, it was enough to get her through until she was tapped on the shoulder and invited back to the fold, so to speak, to revisit a few of the things she had done during the war. Notably this was functioning in an advisory capacity, dealing with any journalists that might need dealing with, tracking the overall opinion of Wolfhound and knowing when and when not to worry about public image. As down on her luck as she was this was like an answer to her prayers. Someone trusted her to do more than shelve books or serve coffee, and the truth of the matter is she was just too damn old to make a great waitress or clerk.
So she went back to work for Wolfhound, but she also voiced a desire to be part of one of the teams, not just doing what she had been doing. But she wanted to do more. Hana set up goals for her, levels of training that she had to reach before she was going to be allowed to ever set foot out on a mission, and during her time serving in other capacities she's trained. She's trained hard, and with a strong desire to prove to Hana that she was worth the time and effort, and that because of the trust shown to her in the past that she was going to go above and beyond what was asked of her. Admittedly combat training does not, and has not, come as naturally to her as her academics have, but she's approached it with the same single-minded determination she has the rest of her life.
