Hannah Morris

Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 8 Wins!


Alignment: Villain

Team: The Fallen


Strength: Weak

Agility: Weak

Mind: Ultimate

Body: Weak


Personal Wins: 8

Personal Losses: 3

The Real Nemo

When I was five I learned the two most important lessons of my life. The first was from my father, a janitor at Khazan Academy. He told me to always work hard for everything I got, without letting any obstacle stand in my way. The second was from my Kindergarten teacher. She told me that I had limitless potential and could attain anything that I set my mind to. It wasn't hard for me to put two and two together; I could have anything that I wanted as long as I worked for it, nothing was completely out of reach. But what did I want? Well for the moment, I wanted answers. I knew that once I had found out how the world worked, I'd be much better able to decide what it was exactly that I wanted from it. So I worked. My teachers told me that I was an exceptionally brilliant student, but I should learn to open up more, be nicer to the other students. I told them that didn't make any sense; why should I be nice to the other students when all they did was distract me from my work? They were so loud...it was good that they rarely came near me. When I was ten I graduated with honors from Khazan Academy, with a full scholarship to any university I wanted. The universe that I had begun to discover was so vast; I knew that I had to learn more. So I worked. I decided to attend the Khazan Institute of Mysticism. While I was there a boy stole my notebook. He obviously didn't know that you have to work for what you want. I cut his throat while he was sleeping to make sure he wouldn't do it again. When I was sixteen I was given the title Doctor of the Cosmology and Theology of Khazan with minors in Physics and Sorcery. I had learned quite a bit about the universe at that point. It was a confusing place full of conflicting forces -gods and demons, angels and devils. Whoever was in charge obviously didn't do a very good job of running things. Why was the being or beings that controlled the universe so inept that they left it in a state of chaos? I knew the answer to that; it was because they hadn't worked to gain any their power - they had just always had it. It was no wonder that they didn't know how to use it. The moment I realized this I knew what it was I wanted, I wanted to take their place and set things right. I knew I could do it -after all I had limitless potential. When I was eighteen I had created a mystical/mechanical device capable of punching a hole in creation in order to get to the raw power that lay beneath. It would then convert the energy to make it safe for human use and from there transfer it into myself. The device I had worked so hard to create did it's job perfectly, causing the incredible energy of creation to flow all throughout my very being. For the first time in my life, I felt the joy of true success; that is until the power was cut off. I looked up to see a shining figure before me. He said that the power I was stealing was his property as a god of creation and that I had no right to it. I told him that unlike myself he and his fellow deities had done nothing to earn this power; therefore I had every right to it. The figure smiled and replied that I was a mere annoyance to him and that my quest was impossible, however if I so wanted to earn power then he would make a deal with me; enter the Fantasy Powers League and sufficiently impress him with my performance there and he would grant me leave to finish my little project. To this I conceded since I knew that there was nothing I couldn't accomplish if I worked hard enough at it. When I was nineteen I entered the League, having I felt sufficiently trained myself in the use of my new powers. My goal is to overthrow the ruling powers of the universe by the age of twenty. This is what I want, and this is what I shall have.

One day a long time ago, a little girl approached me asking if I had a soul. When I told her that I didn't understand she said that a soul was what let people care about others. I told her that I wasn't sure whether or not I had a soul, but that if I did have one I'd certainly be better off without it since it would get in the way of what I wanted. Shaking her head the girl left me alone at that point, for which I was glad; she obviously hadn't had anything important to teach me.

The Force of Certainty

     Iron Will: Ultimate


I can accomplish anything. There's nothing arrogant about my saying that, I know it for a fact. It's what I've been told from an early age, what I've managed to prove time and again all throughout my life. My potential is limitless and therefore I can succeed at anything I try so long as I am willing to work for it. Knowing this I have dedicated myself to an intensive training of the will. After all, the only weakness a person of unlimited potential can possibly have is a lack of the necessary willpower to succeed. It's really not that difficult; since I already know I can win it wouldn't make sense to allow myself to lose.


The Power of Potential

     Energy Sheath: Ultimate


This world in which we live is certainly a most fascinating place. Many theories suggest that Khazan contains every sort of energy, mystical or otherwise, in all of existence. These energies run all throughout the land, supporting it, and flowing into a reservoir of pure creative power underlying reality itself. It was to this reservoir that I tapped into, knowing that it would be the most likely place to start in a quest for the power to overthrow the old order of the universe. It was a wonderful sight; the device of my labors drawing forth a rainbow of energies that had lain dormant for eons and draining them to be converted for my personal use, made naturally an eternal part of my being. Curiously, the final result was an expanding aura of potent glowing red energy that surrounded my form. The feeling was extraordinary; truly this was the essence of limitless potential.


The Energy of Creation

     Weapons Creation: Supreme

  • Ranged Attack Only


Although the flow of power was cut off long before my body reached maximum capacity, I did manage to gain from the process an abundance of creative energy roughly equal to that of some demigods. All I have to do is will it and the precious forces surround me, become mine to command. Unfortunately my control over this power is limited at this point; I have only been able to from the most rudimentary shapes. My training however, has shown that I seem to excel at the creation of makeshift energy weapons. Indeed it called to mind a class I once took on the instruments of warfare. I have proven able to replicate nearly every weapon (from knives to snares, from creation/destruction grenades to pure beams of energy) with most satisfying results. It's only fitting I suppose, after all it is a war that I now embark upon.


Creative Control

     Matter Animation: Supreme

  • Ranged Attack Only
  • Target Seeker
  • Ranged and Melee Attack


At last, my efforts are starting to pay off. Fighting in the FPL has been the best learning experience I could have asked for. Constantly having to bring forth the energy of creation in battle has helped lead me to a greater understanding of it's very nature. Now instead of simply being limited to weaponry, the secrets of life itself are beginning to open themselves up to me. Slowly but surely I am coming to realize what it truly means to be a creator - and a destroyer. As my skills continue to develop, I've thought of several ways to add an even greater level of power and versatility to my battle arsenal as my creations begin to take on a life of their own. I can already see how great at this I'm going to become. Clearly I've made the right decision; the universe obviously needs someone like me in charge. Try to remember this as the engines of destruction reduce you to a charred and unrecognizable mass.