Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 15:34:04 GMT -5
Player Nickname: Kitrina.
Model / Actor's name: Ellen Page
Name: Kitrina Falcone
Alter Ego: Catgirl or Kittyhawk
Age: 13-15 range
Birthday: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 5'3
Weight: 108
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: pale green
Physique: Kitrina is slender in stature, yet has an athletic build and is at a perfect peak of health.
Training: She is self taught in martial arts. Despite her lack of training in fighting, she is a master of escape. The ability of escape is also a self taught skill. She is constantly training to become more skilled.
Equipment: Razor-sharp retractable claws, assortment of bullwhips, cat o' nine tails.
Major Story Arcs
Description
Appearance: Kitrina on both of her cheeks she has two or three slashes horizontal across.. She can be seen in street clothes which consists of jeans, shirts which are normally baggy to her frame and some sort of jacket. Most of the time she wears a hat which has two cat ears.
Kittyhawk/ Catgirl wears a black suit, on both sides just under her chest are scratch type designs that are white and pink. Around her neck she wears a silver choker. On her hands her wears bright pink gloves and to match she wears bright pink shoes (Boots or converse) Her mask is a 'cat cowl' alike the ones that some of the Bat-family wear but instead of slender points, she has cat ears which also have pink on the inside of the ears.
Personality: Kitrina personality was a product of her unusual upbringing. In the environment of her uncle that had brought her up she has an considerably aggressive nature. She is very rebellious in any setting she is placed. She readily involves herself in confrontations with little to no hesitance. When someone gains her trust she shows them a kinder side, showing that she is caring.
Relationships
Selina - Catwoman. She is her 'mentor' and someone she trusts and is very fond of.
Batman - She has a lot of attitude with him but will help him out when she can.
Audition post
Her breath came out shallow and quick. Her whole body felt like it was soaked in sweat yet she was shivering. Each step she took now wobbled and the only thing that held her up right was her numb palm pressed against a wall. She was unaware of where she was or how she had gotten there. Her mind was in a thick haze due to the recent events. She has stupidly gotten she self mixed up with Scarecrow. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Catgirl had moved too slowly and now she’d pay for it. Around her were loud inaudible noises. Gun shots perhaps but she couldn’t be sure.
“H… have to get home.” Her voice said but it was unsure if she had spoken. Her vision blurred for the second time, in perfect timing her foot caught against a randomly thrown box. Her body slammed against the ground pain rattled through her side. Her lips parted a groan escaped as she forced herself to sit up. She was slumped forward both hands useless at her sides but in luck the loud sounds were silent. In the silence the only noise was her breath until she could faintly hear two footsteps. Slowly her head rose to see a dark figure approach at an unusual slow pace. Kitrina dropped her head again. Soon the foot steps were louder and a shadow cast over her.
“Get up!” The familiar voice was easy to identify. It was her uncle. Unknown to her, Kitrina was still alone in that sloppy alley but the chemical was surging through her veins.
Kitrina body shook, her heart pounded and she wanted to cry. A boot flashed before her eyes then pain rattled through her ribs. In a second she was on her back staring up at her uncle’s angry face. Kitrina held up her hands to shield herself. She needed to get away from him. Her eyes had bubbled with tears.
“Fear is a powerful thing.” Another voice said before it laughed.
She rolled onto her side but didn’t curl up or even let out a sob. Despite her stubbornness to get up she wanted to curl up and sob. Instead she propped herself onto her elbow and sat back up. As much as she wanted to give up she wouldn’t allow herself to.
“You are a useless waste of space. No one will love you. No one will care. No one cares about you! Useless girl!“ Mario shouted angrily as his foot swung forward to kick her again. Kitrina held up her hand to catch it. Her palm cried in pain as she winced but didn’t release his foot.
“Get outta here!” She snapped in defiance her hand shoved his foot away. She finally struggled to stand up, both knees wobbled when she did.
“You have nothing on me now! Get out!” Kitrina shouted but the ghost figure of her uncle snarled. “Go on! Go Away! I’m free!” She screamed her fist threw itself towards him but in an instance he was gone. Since she made contact with nothing her body sprawled against the ground once more. Kitrina laid there with her cheek against the filthy ground, her breath still shallow. Kitrina’s body shook again, a sob leaked free of her throat and she let tears flood down her cheeks. A new shadow in came but this one was more welcoming. It was a familiar shadow that usually Kitrina dreaded. A weak smile grew on her face. She had never been so glad to see a shadow of a bat…
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Model / Actor's name: Ellen Page
Name: Kitrina Falcone
Alter Ego: Catgirl or Kittyhawk
Age: 13-15 range
Birthday: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 5'3
Weight: 108
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: pale green
Physique: Kitrina is slender in stature, yet has an athletic build and is at a perfect peak of health.
Training: She is self taught in martial arts. Despite her lack of training in fighting, she is a master of escape. The ability of escape is also a self taught skill. She is constantly training to become more skilled.
Equipment: Razor-sharp retractable claws, assortment of bullwhips, cat o' nine tails.
Major Story Arcs
Complete (inc. link) | In Progress (inc. link) | Planned |
- It Followed Me Home |
Description
Appearance: Kitrina on both of her cheeks she has two or three slashes horizontal across.. She can be seen in street clothes which consists of jeans, shirts which are normally baggy to her frame and some sort of jacket. Most of the time she wears a hat which has two cat ears.
Kittyhawk/ Catgirl wears a black suit, on both sides just under her chest are scratch type designs that are white and pink. Around her neck she wears a silver choker. On her hands her wears bright pink gloves and to match she wears bright pink shoes (Boots or converse) Her mask is a 'cat cowl' alike the ones that some of the Bat-family wear but instead of slender points, she has cat ears which also have pink on the inside of the ears.
Personality: Kitrina personality was a product of her unusual upbringing. In the environment of her uncle that had brought her up she has an considerably aggressive nature. She is very rebellious in any setting she is placed. She readily involves herself in confrontations with little to no hesitance. When someone gains her trust she shows them a kinder side, showing that she is caring.
Relationships
Selina - Catwoman. She is her 'mentor' and someone she trusts and is very fond of.
Batman - She has a lot of attitude with him but will help him out when she can.
Audition post
Her breath came out shallow and quick. Her whole body felt like it was soaked in sweat yet she was shivering. Each step she took now wobbled and the only thing that held her up right was her numb palm pressed against a wall. She was unaware of where she was or how she had gotten there. Her mind was in a thick haze due to the recent events. She has stupidly gotten she self mixed up with Scarecrow. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Catgirl had moved too slowly and now she’d pay for it. Around her were loud inaudible noises. Gun shots perhaps but she couldn’t be sure.
“H… have to get home.” Her voice said but it was unsure if she had spoken. Her vision blurred for the second time, in perfect timing her foot caught against a randomly thrown box. Her body slammed against the ground pain rattled through her side. Her lips parted a groan escaped as she forced herself to sit up. She was slumped forward both hands useless at her sides but in luck the loud sounds were silent. In the silence the only noise was her breath until she could faintly hear two footsteps. Slowly her head rose to see a dark figure approach at an unusual slow pace. Kitrina dropped her head again. Soon the foot steps were louder and a shadow cast over her.
“Get up!” The familiar voice was easy to identify. It was her uncle. Unknown to her, Kitrina was still alone in that sloppy alley but the chemical was surging through her veins.
Kitrina body shook, her heart pounded and she wanted to cry. A boot flashed before her eyes then pain rattled through her ribs. In a second she was on her back staring up at her uncle’s angry face. Kitrina held up her hands to shield herself. She needed to get away from him. Her eyes had bubbled with tears.
“Fear is a powerful thing.” Another voice said before it laughed.
She rolled onto her side but didn’t curl up or even let out a sob. Despite her stubbornness to get up she wanted to curl up and sob. Instead she propped herself onto her elbow and sat back up. As much as she wanted to give up she wouldn’t allow herself to.
“You are a useless waste of space. No one will love you. No one will care. No one cares about you! Useless girl!“ Mario shouted angrily as his foot swung forward to kick her again. Kitrina held up her hand to catch it. Her palm cried in pain as she winced but didn’t release his foot.
“Get outta here!” She snapped in defiance her hand shoved his foot away. She finally struggled to stand up, both knees wobbled when she did.
“You have nothing on me now! Get out!” Kitrina shouted but the ghost figure of her uncle snarled. “Go on! Go Away! I’m free!” She screamed her fist threw itself towards him but in an instance he was gone. Since she made contact with nothing her body sprawled against the ground once more. Kitrina laid there with her cheek against the filthy ground, her breath still shallow. Kitrina’s body shook again, a sob leaked free of her throat and she let tears flood down her cheeks. A new shadow in came but this one was more welcoming. It was a familiar shadow that usually Kitrina dreaded. A weak smile grew on her face. She had never been so glad to see a shadow of a bat…
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