[Firelizard] Hannah Zamani {Justice League}

Full Name:
Hannah Zamani

Codename or Alias:
Miss Militia

Anonymity
Hannah’s identity is not known to the public at large, as she has never been seen in the public eye without the patriotically emblazoned scarf occupying the lower half of her face.

Gender:
Female

Race:
Parahuman

Age:
32

Place Of Birth:
Arbil, Kurdistan, Iraq

Occupation/Status:
Officially Licensed Initiative Superhero

Alignment:
Hero

Factions:
The Initiative

Canon Or Original?:
Canon (Worm)


Powers/Abilities:

Weapon Generation/Shapeshifting
Miss Militia’s primary power is derived from a semi-sentient ball of green and black energy, always on her person, that can transform into any modern weapon that she can think of. This ability has manifested itself in the form of machine guns, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, or even a grenade launcher or mortar. This is not limited to weapons with ranged projectiles, as Miss Militia has been known to manifest smoke grenades, flare guns, tasers, or bladed weapons. These weapons are also not limited to lethal projectiles, as most of her weapons can be manifested with non lethal ammunition at will. This weapon generation also ensures that Miss Militia never has to reload, simply regenerating as another fully loaded copy at will. Her weapon can also be summoned back to its user at will, much like a certain Norse god and his hammer.

Noctis Cape
Ever since her power manifested, Hannah has not so much as needed a single minute of sleep in over two decades. This lack of a need for sleep has made her an almost restlessly driven heroine, able to endlessly pursue her mission or stay alert when other teammates might need to spend whole hours or minutes of shut eye to operate at her level. And while she can sleep, Hannah cannot dream, instead being able to perfectly recall events that have occurred where others may have nightmares, something that she on some occasions is very thankful for given her particularly terrible background.

Expert Marksman
Miss Militia’s power has also manifested itself in a superhuman level of aim, draw time, balance, and reaction time when utilizing any weapon. She has been known to hit precise targets at distances that would put any world record sharpshooter to shame.

Intelligent
Miss Militia is a level headed and very intelligent individual, often a voice of reason and leadership in any organization that she is apart of. This has lent itself well to Hannah when it comes to combat, making her one of the most skilled tacticians and leaders available to the Initiative. She also has a photographic memory, able to perfectly recall any information that she’s seen, even if it was a mere glance.

Resiliently Capable

Decades of training and fighting all manner of criminal or threat has made Hannah a rather tough customer for any would-be opponent. While not immune to being hurt, she has been known to survive multi story falls and take direct hits from supernatural or superhuman threats that would absolutely demolish any regular human combatant. She is also a very capable hand to hand combatant.

Weapons/Items:
Just by virtue of her superpower, the list of items and equipment that might be needed by any non powered superhero has gone down dramatically for Miss Militia. Her weapon shard usually manifests itself as a combat knife on her hip, though she often carries a secondary pistol on her leg, almost for appearance’s sake and to throw off any would be opponent. She does carry Initiative issued communication equipment and any other gear that she may require when out in the field.


Appearance

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Physical Appearance:
Hannah stands at just under six feet tall and around 160 lbs, adorned with incredibly curly brown hair that sits at just about shoulder length. Her hair is often tied into a just barely controlled ponytail, perhaps her most distinctive feature if it weren’t for her sharp nose and striking, almond brown eyes. She has a rather athletic build almost akin to that of a professional cross-fitter, built by decades of physical training and combat.

Clothing and Armor:


Miss Militia’s outfit is merely a repurposed combat uniform, a pair of fatigues and a light, green tank top completing her military themed outfit. A bandana emblazoned with the flag of Hannah’s new home country adorns the lower half of her face, matched with a sash of similar colors wrapping around her waist. Tightly laced combat boots and a military grade para-cord belt finish the rather patriotic look off. This outfit is light on armor, with Miss Militia opting for mobility on any battleground.


Personality

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

General Personality:
Hannah is generally the voice of reason and rationality in any room. She is slow to anger or panic in any situation regardless of how stressful they may be, and she is also incredibly loyal to her teammates and her new home, the United States of America. She is an incredibly patriotic individual, though is able to point out the flawed elements of the country that had taken her in as a young child. To that end Miss Militia is an individual inclined to follow the rules and laws of her home country to the letter, rather than risk her job or rock the boat in any way, shape, or form. This rigidity has served her well as an operative in the Initiative, though it has not really done much for Hannah in terms of progressing through the ranks of that organization. She finds it difficult to make tough decisions, preferring to leave that to other leaders even though many have pointed out her aptitude for leadership at many different turns.

Face/Voice:
Golshifteh Farahani


Character's History

Siblings:
N/A
Mother:
Unknown
Father:
Unknown
Other Family:
Unknown

History:

Hannah was born in a small village just on the outskirts of the city of Arbil, one of the major population centers for the Kurdish peoples who resided within Iraq. Life was simple but good, and Hannah spent much of her time as a baby and toddler following her mother around their small town while her father took odd jobs down south with all manner of construction or trucking companies hungry for labor in and around the city of Mosul. He would also participate in a variety of anti government movements and the broader Kurdish independence movement, though this was of secondary importance to making an actual living for his family. All would go well until Hannah reached the age of five, when a natural disaster destroyed her home and entire village. Hannah’s father would stay in the city of Mosul while sending his wife and daughter further north to the mountainous Iraqi and Turkish border where he had family.

And it was in a small border town that Hannah and her mother stayed for more than four years, living in a small room with just one bed, a radio, and a television set that had seen better days even in the 1960s. Her father would keep sending money, his urgently written and tiredly scrawled letters full of hope, optimism, and the occasional revolutionary phrase that eluded Hannah’s understanding. She instead focused her attention on the radio and television, her only window into the outside world. It was on this television that Hannah would first find out about the United States, old reruns of American television shows with Turkish subtitles the only source of entertainment for a young girl who spent every waking moment dreaming of a life beyond the small room she slept and lived in.

It was after such a show’s ending that Hannah noticed her mother’s tears falling onto an open letter, the last that would have her father’s handwriting. That was not to be the last tragedy however. Weeks after that a terrorist attack perpetrated by Kurdish separatist groups occurred right across the border. Angry and looking to respond in kind, the Turkish military would launch a series of attacks as a sort of reprisal for such actions. And it was Hannah’s small village that suffered the brunt of such reprisals. The only thing that Hannah can remember is the feeling of thorny bushes tearing at her feet as she ran from a village filled with fire and explosions. It was during this escape into a forest full of traps, soldiers, and thorns that Hannah suffered her trigger event.

One moment, a soldier surprised Hannah and the group of children that followed her into the forest, gun in hand. The next he lay on the ground, smoke pouring from his chest as an exact replica of his own weapon lay in the hands of the nine year old Hannah. She would soon lead her group to safety, a passing UN convoy taking the children into custody and then to a refugee camp. It was in this camp that Hannah would be adopted and brought to America, a land of freedom and peace that she had only heard of and seen through an old, cracked television screen.

Hannah would soon be fostered and grow up on the east coast of the United States. She would do well at school, though what Hannah really excelled in was marksmanship. Even as a high schooler she would win national competitions, even representing her new host country and taking home several awards over all manner of sharpshooter and marksman. It was these feats, as well as the particularly energetic and vibrating weapon that Hannah used at these events that soon drew the attention of authorities. However instead of being penalized or attacked, Hannah was instead recruited to join the ranks of the Thunderbolts as the inaugural class of heroes that would come to make up the ranks of the Initiative. Donning the moniker of Miss Militia and fighting alongside the likes of Armsmaster and Alexandria, Hannah would soon become a loyal and exceedingly effective operator and agent for the Initiative as it expanded year after year.

Miss Militia would take part in many of the most significant events that rocked the Initiative, such as the giant robot attack on New York City and the rescue of Armsmaster from the clutches of Clockwork. However while her equally famous counterparts would either split from the Initiative or disappear entirely in the case of Armsmaster, Miss Militia would remain a loyal soldier to the Initiative. She would soon depart from the likes of the Thunderbolts and take on minor leadership roles throughout the country, particularly praised for her effectiveness in establishing Initiative or ARGUS led organizations in all manner of small to moderately sized cities that had lacked attention during the first initial expansions of the Initiative in the early days of the federal government coming to terms with the metahuman issue within America’s borders.


Role Play Sample:

Casings littered the ground. Initial, explosive shards of metal and destruction fading into the earth like so many shooting stars. Their origin was a rapidly moving blur of leather, red, white, and blue. And that blur had moved just in time, the spot it had just been occupying now violently receiving what appeared to be half of what might have been a rather nice cherry red convertible mere moments before. A guttural roar joined this screeching cacophony of crumpled metal crashing into solid concrete and already impressively cracked asphalt. The other half of a once whole, four wheeled mid life crisis bounced off its other half and buried itself into a windowed storefront full of impressively dressed mannequins.

The blur of stars and stripes came to a stop just off to the side of the now destroyed fashion emporium, coalescing into a tanktop clad woman with a massive assault rifle perched on her knee as she took a moment to gather her breath. “Miss Militia here. What’s the ETA on that back-” Hannah cut her spartan request for help short as she leapt to avoid another car thrown in her general direction. Her weapon bounced away with the impact of more metal on concrete. An almost smug, guttural chuckle emanated from the red lips of the extraterrestrial being that had been trying to flatten Miss Militia with large metal objects for the better half of an hour. It couldn’t speak and was clearly not a tactical genius, but even it could tell that it had disarmed its new enemy. Bullet sized welts and bruises covered the naked, scaled torso and forehead of the creature. Rather annoying memories of what that weapon had been doing to the creature for this entire fight.

The creature took a step in its opponent’s direction, cracking its muscled neck with a twist of its reptilian maw from left to right. Rotting, sharpened teeth turned into a grin as the creature took another step, clearly enjoying the moment as it thought about how it would play with its stars and striped food. The interstellar beast was so focused upon its prey that it didn’t notice the blur of black and green energy vibrating off to the side. What had once been an assault rifle was a blob of vibrating, almost cellular parts.

It was Miss Militia’s turn to grin from underneath her bandana as she reached a hand out toward the vibrating mass of metal and gun oil. The blob slammed into her open palm and in one smooth motion she fell to the ground on one knee. Miss Militia grunted as the green and black blob coalesced into a rather hefty rocket launcher. It fired once, reformed, and then fired again. Two missiles arced high into the air far above the ruined city block, bright trails of light reflecting off of the mirrored city scape as they arced down toward their scaly target.

“Huhrrr?”

The creature could only let out a startled grunt as it glared up at the twin trails of light above. That grunt turned into a groan as bean bag round after bean bag round slammed into its chest. The origin point of these rounds was an oversized camouflage touched shotgun where a rocket launcher had been but a moment ago. And when it brought its meaty paws down to cover its torso, round after round connected with meaty thumps into its forehead and flat nose. The creature doubled over onto the ground, grunting for air and a respite from the metallic hailstorm of non lethal bean bag rounds. It had just a moment to gather its breath before the two forgotten missiles above flew in tandem down onto their interstellar target. Miss Militia just barely slid into cover behind one of the upturned cars that had been thrown at her earlier before the kinetic force of the explosions took the breath out of her lungs. A second later bits of concrete, metal, tattered shreds of newspaper, and glass followed harmlessly into Hannah’s new shield.

Miss Militia took a moment to peek out from behind her automotive cover. Her eyes widened when she saw her opponent was still on its massive feet. Or they were for a moment before the creature swayed lazily to the side and dropped on its side. The victor of this particular fight hopped to her feet and beyond cover, the shotgun leaning against her shoulder vibrating before turning into a bandolier of rubbery grenades. Miss Militia started quickly ripping the grenades off their respective perches and onto areas surrounding the now subdued creature. Instead of creating more explosions, they instead cracked open and shot foam in every direction around and across the red, scaled alien. The yellowish, almost puke like liquid started to harden, locking their subdued victim onto the ground.

Hannah took one look at the site before reaching to tap the earpiece that connected her to the local Initiative task force that had been assigned to Brockton Bay. “Backup no longer required. Target subdued. Send a cleanup crew when you have a moment to fifty second street.”