Jane Hanover

⭒ D.O.B. : 02.23.XXXX
⭒ Age : 18 - 30
⭒ Ethnicity : Polish
⭒ Sexuality : Heterosexual
⭒ Alignment : Chaotic Nuetral
⭒ Bodytype : Wider shoulders than hips.
⭒ Height : 5'3"
⭒ Weight : 152lbs
⭒ Complexion : Pale
⭒ Eye Colour : Blue
⭒ Handedness : Left

⭒ Mannerisms : Messing her hair, slouching, sighing, talks with hands.
⭒ Habits : Being sarcastic, napping, drawing on herself, superstitious, teasing.

⭒ Likes : Horror movies, music, plants, reading, writing, smoking.
⭒ Dislikes : Stuck ups, loud crowds, strong smells, basically everyone but the chosen few.

⭒ Personality : Jane is a laid back girl with a knack for things unusual, she likes the paranormal, strange superstitions, theory's and films. You can surefire catch her keeping up with True-Crime, news or tragedies. She's intelligent, naturally curious and inquisitive but her sarcasm and lack of motivation makes it impossible to tell. She has a small friend group, preferring to spend her time diving into her own hobbies at home with her plants rather than out and about with a crowd. But every now and then they'll scoop her up and force her out for a night of shenanigans. Jane Hanover has a fun side, she likes to encourage trouble in hopes to sit back and watch the shit burn; her wise humor coming out in quips and teasing prods, in contrast to the loud class-clown-attention-type.


Roleplays with Jane Hanover will most likely take place in the 1985's - 1990's

⭒ Jane Hanover always felt like a universe of unsolved mysteries contained in the boundaries of her small North-western town. Raised in the shadow of an absentee mother, whose absence was as palpable as a storm cloud looming overhead, Jane found solace in writings and tales that dissected humanity at its most complex — true crime stories became her escape and obsession. With no one but her father to guide her through adolescence, their evenings often revolved around laughter laced with tension, as he attempted to connect while also navigating his own grief over the breakdown of his marriage. Their modest home echoed with both his attempts at normalcy and Jane's defiant sarcasm — a defense mechanism that carved out a shield against vulnerability.

Driven by insatiable curiosity and an affinity for investigative journalism, Jane pursued her dreams relentlessly. She enrolled in college with aspirations to expose injustice lurking just beneath society’s polished veneer. Her passion for storytelling often led her deep into archives filled with forgotten cases or graveyards where local legends whispered secrets long buried beneath the soil. At times she could be caught rolling her eyes during lectures on ethics; after all, what good were morals when there were concealed truths waiting to be uncovered? As she honed her craft through articles published online—each more cuttingly witty than the last—the world transformed from mundane routine into vibrant possibilities spliced together by suspenseful narratives.

But life is rarely straightforward; it thrived on contradiction and chaos much like those tantalizing paranormal novels she cherished so dearly. While Jane's projected confidence masked under layers of playful bravado, loneliness seeped into every corner of her existence like ink across porous paper: she yearned for connection amidst skepticism toward anyone who might dare get too close—a fear rooted deeply within memories only half-remembered about familial warmth now seemingly lost forever, once again reminded by chilly autumn nights spent alone writing drafts under flickering kitchen lights, filling them until dawn break showed signs promising love conquers all fear even if they are sometimes daunting misunderstandings.