Hannah Wrecksit
Look away now.

Mysterious, poetic, and obsessed with Xmas; this one has danger in her eyes. That's all we know about Hannah.

Special skills: able to rhyme at the speed of light
Weapon of choice: the backspace key
Fatal flaw: right now, seeing the world in skeleton-colored glasses, but hopefully not for much longer
Happiest when... spanking the ass of those ignorant to the ways of the English language, and bowing at the altar of Hello Kitty

Hannah says: "Sit still and shut up, I feel a poem coming on"