Through war and triumph [ ALTHEA ‘TEDDY’ HANNA ] rises, at [ 172 / 25 ] years old, serving as [ BARTENDER AT THE GOLDEN LION / UPRISING MEMBER ] residing in [ THE DARK WORLD ]. They are a [ HALF-FAERIE ] that resembles [ FLORENCE PUGH ]. Upon meeting them, they are [ AUDACIOUS ] and [ DEVOTED ]. Don’t be fooled, they can be [ ANARCHIC ] and [ BRASH ].
I.
N A M E
Althea Hanna
N I C K N A M E S
Thea, Theo, Teddy
A G E
172 (appears 25)
B I R T H P L A C E
Southland Realm
C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E
The Dark World
F A M I LY
Lady Dalia Hanna (mother, deceased)
Lord Rickard Frost (father, estranged)
O C C U P A T I O N
Bartender at The Golden Lion
General Uprising Member
S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N
Bisexual/romantic
II.
E Y E C O L O R
Green
H A I R C O L O R
Blonde
H E I G H T
5′4
S C A R S
too many to count
F A C E C L A I M
Florence Pugh
III.
B I O G R A P H Y
tw: substance abuse/implied suicide/parental death
For the life of her, Teddy has never been able to understand why her parents married, or rather, why her father married her mother. She understood why she married him, he was handsome, he was wealthy, he had a title and she was shit out of luck. But mystery always surrounded her father, or rather the name she preferred to call him, her sperm donor’s choices. He was a faerie who had the unfortunate and false belief that faeries were the best of the species, that half-faeries were a waste of fae genetics and to water down faerie blood was disappointing. But yet, he married a human and fathered a half-faerie child.
To this day, Teddy can’t wrap her mind around it. Did he simply like the idea of having a human wife and half faerie daughter as pets? Was it to prove a point of their inadequacy? Did he do it as a twisted act of ‘charity’, as if blessing her mother with his seed and Teddy with his genetics was like winning the lottery for them?
Regardless of his reasonings, it was a recipe for disaster and one fucked up childhood, baked at 450 degrees, thank you very much. It was one thing to be told that you were nothing, that you were faulty, and not good enough by other people, of which there were many considering the fact that her father surrounded himself with like-minded individuals. But to hear it from your own family? Well that was a special brand of brutal.
While simultaneously being told that she would never be good enough, she was expected to be perfect, to be an ideal as a daughter of a minor lord should be. Despite her sperm donor’s status as a minor lord, he thought himself much more important than he was, and expected his daughter to mirror that fantasy of status. She felt like a princess trapped in a tower. She was taught endless lists of useless skills, like this was the medieval ages and to be entertainment for others was her only worth.
It took her a long time, too long, to realize that it wasn’t her only worth. She had always had a rebellious streak in her, and would open her mouth widely when told to keep it shut, regardless of the punishment. Sure it’d keep her quiet for a bit, but eventually she’d be right back at it. For awhile, these small rebellions were enough for her. But that changed when she found her mother in the tub. It wasn’t hard to understand what had happened, and while Teddy to this day still believes it wasn’t purposeful, she knew her mother didn’t want to be here anymore, that she had checked out long ago. Pills. Wine. Guilt. Shame. They had killed her, her mother had only had helped them along when she gave up the fight.
And Teddy knew that unless she wanted to end up like her mother, a buried secret, a secret shame, dead, she had to get out. So she did. But not without causing a ruckus, spitting on her father’s name to whoever would listen. She knew that being a shitty husband and sperm donor was not enough to get anyone to do something about the mistreatment, to strip his title, but she thought disgracing him just a little might be enough for her, at least for now.
She was angry for a very long time, and she seemed to be consumed by the rage and fire and pain and hurt, her only goal to pull the Southland Realm down brick by brick, just like they had done with the Bastille in France (guess being forced to read all those stupid history books came in handy, huh?). So, was it really a surprise that Teddy ended up in the Dark World? No, it really wasn’t. Neither was the fact that she found herself drawn into the uprising. Well, ‘drawn in’ was deceiving, she was no passive participant, she had not been fooled or bamboozled into joining. After hearing about them, she had searched them out. They seemed like her type of people. Sure, their goal was the legitimization for the dark world, and while it was a cause Teddy believed in, she hoped that when they reached their goal it would lead to the things she wanted. The end of superiority, of hierarchy between the species, of hierarchy within the species. Fuck the queens and princes and lords and ladies.
Eventually, she settled. A bit. Or at least in the physical sense, she learned to call the Dark World home, certain members of the uprising family, some more than others. Like Dom. If it wasn’t for the fact that Teddy couldn’t literally read her mind, she’d swear that girl was her damn true mate. Sure her life in the Southland had been shallow and hollow, but even disregarding that, she had never felt a connection as deep as the one she felt for and with Dominique. She loved her, she’d die for her, she’d kill for her (hell, she already had). The two had found each other during their own personal hells and decided to burn together.
It’s been awhile since she found her home amongst what other realms would call the dredges of society, and more than ever she’s willing to fight for it, no matter the cost.
