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Character for Adoption - Hana Gitelman

I've decided to let Hana go. I love the character, but she is not a muse for me. I treat her like a plot device instead of someone who matters, and Wireless deserves better.

If you'd like to take her over on rp_shadesofgray, let me know.

If you love her a ton, and you promise to play her, I will give you her LJ - sheswireless.

Do not offer to take her LJ if you're not going to RP her.

Bio for rp_shadesofgray

Name: Hana Gitelman, Wireless
LJ: sheswireless
Fandom: if not Heroes
Played by: Stana Katic
Canon Break: Hana lived as the ghost in the machine for awhile, then found herself in a body in New York.

Hana has the ability to act as a living electronic transmitter and receiver, capable of intercepting and interpreting virtually any form of electronic signal and transmitting coherent signals of any type through thought alone. E-mail, text messages, and phone calls are all simple for her to receive and reproduce if necessary. Her range is implied to be around thirty feet at the time of her first spy mission. Her powers were awakened by mental and physical tests combined with repeated use of unknown drugs, sponsored by Mr. Bennet. Hana believes Mr. Bennet's tests were the cause of her powers.

Aside from her superhuman abilities, Hana's time as a soldier has rendered her capable of handling most types of firearms with ease and skilled in the art of hand-to-hand combat. She was also an Army Intelligence officer in the Mossad for some time, and is well-trained in espionage and tactical planning.

Hana primarily travels using her personal motorcycle, as first seen in Wireless part 4. and by projecting herself through the wireless communications network.


I feel like I’m in a bubble. The people around me interact with each other, living their normal lives. They look at me or through me, never really impacting me in the real world. Or what they consider to be the real world. I can ignore them just as easily, but their cyber chatter fills my head with so much noise. I am amazed that it hasn’t driven me mad, but perhaps it already has.

I remember dying and becoming part of the machines that speak to me and through me. Waking up in a physical body was a shock. Finding my face looking back in the mirror was another surprise. I was back, but I don’t think this is my body or my world. I don’t know what has happened, and I’m not certain I ever will. Someone or something is pulling up into this reality, this mix up of convoluted time lines. There are duplicates and triplicates of people, people who should be dead like me walking the streets, and it’s becoming so matter of fact no one blinks.

I’ve tried to fit in with the people around me. Tried to make friends and learn how to be human. I’ve never been good at it, but after being a ghost for so long, I am failing miserably. When I heard that the Company was still active, I started snooping, monitoring their communications in order to destroy it once and for all. Finding out that they were in fact helping the specials, instead of taking advantage of them, made me curious. I contacted Claude Rains, and met with him at the Statue of Liberty. His sincerity convinced me to trust them.

While I work there, I don’t trust them completely. Trust is not in my nature. Why would it be?


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