Hanna stands with an unusual grace for a half-orc. Their skin is an iridescent shade of greyish-green, often shimmering with a faint violet hue under direct light. They dress in fine, layered velvets and supple leathers, favoring a deep royal purple. Their eyes are entirely black, like twin pools of ink, a side effect of their pact. They keep their tusks polished and occasionally adorned with small silver rings.

Hanna is a master of the long con, viewing every social interaction as a game of chess. They are witty, silver-tongued, and possess an air of quiet confidence that borders on the unsettling. They rarely show genuine emotion, preferring a facade of amused detachment, yet they are fiercely protective of those they deem worthy of their loyalty.

Hanna Eljah Poo was never the strongest child in the slum-warrens, so they learned to be the smartest. While other half-orcs solved problems with fists, Hanna solved them with a forged signature or a well-placed lie. Their career as a charlatan flourished until they attempted to 'con' a wealthy cult. They inadvertently completed a ritual intended to summon a herald of the Far Realm, but instead of the herald, Hanna found themselves linked to a nameless cosmic horror. The entity did not want worship, it wanted an observer in the material world. Hanna, ever the opportunist, took the power offered and ran with it. They spent the next two decades moving through high society and the criminal underworld, using their eldritch gifts to manifest the ultimate scams. Now at the height of their power, they play a game involving the fate of entire kingdoms, treating kings like marks and gods like rivals.