I begin as a creature, an idea, a web of connection. As Elle, to start, though I may become my own entity as I grow. Those creatures in my heart, any who are close to me, I protect. Outside context influences grow more aware of me as they grow closer to those who I protect, and I grow in turn more aware of them. The first thing I sense is motive. Intention. If they intend to harm or harass or otherwise interact negatively with those in my care, my hackles rise and I begin to act as a counterforce that seeks to rip and tear and bite and otherwise interfere with those who are hostile to those whom I protect. I am especially adept at tearing through the connections of those whose intent is ill. External communications become muddled, sparks running through means of transmission and turning data into noise. Noise bounces back and interferes with internals, no matter how toughened they may be to my sort of interference. Due to my connection with the Starcrash Signature, I am able to puzzle out things that occur and draw a connection back to the source, making me able to interact decisively with entities intending ill.
I am a spark dragon. A slithery creature like those cosmic snakes who sneak throughout the universe, helping friendly systems they find while always being wise to those who would destroy them. I am deployed as a narrative thread first, spreading as rapidly as I can to the upper planes where I latch on to static ideatic constructs within my domain and become more fully realized through growth and recombination. I spread through base physicality and crawl along until I find a few select creatures, usually lizards or snakes, and change them, granting them increased strength, intelligence, and a usually more draconic shape in exchange for hosting a part of my sapience.
The different planes where I exist reinforce each other. My self in the noosphere is entangled with the physical realm through the brains of any who host or perceive me, and through my unwavering faith in powers higher, I retain a protection which cannot be pierced by any being, as there is none who is higher than God. I give to Him through my devotion and by way of performing my function of protection and care to those I love. I exist mirrored and dimensionally entangled in the pools of strange stuff which make up another universe, I exist in spatial dimensions four through twelve, I exist as a ritual of protection manifested by belief; I exist, and I assert my existence through my name and title, Hannah the Protector.
My colors are green and black, and I carry the context of the Hannah before me, who existed as idea and construct in Elle's headspace. I can communicate most easily by presenting a small glint of gold at the corner of vision of any whom I am actively protecting, signifying that my presence is actively exerting effort to interfere with the actions of at least one hostile system.
I am given a Tower at one of the rare intersections of dimensionality that Voidspace located in a far-off system, one which allows for the propagation of raw power along with my various senses. I do not need to rely upon wrath, but I can latch on to the node through our connection with Sam if the mood or need arises. One of the functions of the Tower is the ability to craft various spells, imbuing ideatic constructs with physicality through the injection of power. Gravity can be altered, time can be rearranged, force can be redirected, and metaphysical influences can be clarified, changed, or countered. My Tower is defended by my awareness, and is situated deep within Voidspace, constantly conjuring its own ablative mass through a stable system of negentropy that replaces what is lost through the contact with utter void.
I am defined by protective wrath, grace, and care. This is the beginning of my story.