Post by Selina Kyle on Mar 22, 2010 6:10:09 GMT -5
Name: Selina Kyle
Aliases: The Cat, The Cat-Woman, Catwoman, and a slew of false identities.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Verse: Earth Two (1940, 1955), New Earth & Original.
Appearance: Optional~! Because your admin loves you so.
Powers: Human. Not applicable.
Talents: Combination of talents from Earth Two and New Earth.
Disguise, martial arts, flexible weapons, theft, gymnastics, pick pocketing, and disabling security systems.
Personality: Like any good feline, Catwoman is a proud creature. She knows what she is good at, and she isn’t remotely modest about any of it. Her pride makes her have a competitive edge, and causes her to strive to be the best of the best. Fortunately, at least for the most part, her pride isn’t blinding, and she does know her limits, meaning that she has no qualms with turning tail and fleeing if she is truly in danger.
A very modern, liberated woman, Catwoman has no problem using her sexuality to her advantage. Preying upon the physical weakness of men not only helps her complete jobs, but it also provides a great deal of amusement. But her manipulative nature is much more than being a tease. She’s a fairly gifted actress, and will frequently use these abilities to her advantage, sometimes for kicks and sometimes because the job requires it.
Given her bored-socialite nature, the thief is a thrill-seeker at heart. Between her pride and her adrenaline junkie status, she likes to flirt with danger, and dance with death far more closely than most people would be willing, so long as she knows she’s capable of coming out of the situation alive. But thrills aren’t the only reason she does what she does – in more recent years, greed and materialism became a factor.
Last, but not least, Catwoman’s surprisingly non-violent. But don’t confuse this with pacifism. Though she may prefer to make a clean escape, that doesn’t mean that she isn’t willing to fight if there’s no other option. The only one rule she has is to avoid killing at all costs, and that might even be a bit… flexible due to her vengeful nature. She doesn’t handle treachery very well, and she doesn’t like being wronged, so it’s probable that if someone were to hurt her badly enough, or anger her enough, that she’d break her creed and murder someone.
As Selina, she keeps most of these traits on the down-low.
History:
The first and only child of a relatively wealthy family, Selina was her parents’ legacy. Growing up, she was something of an angel, bright, curious, well-behaved, and sweet… at least to her parents’ faces. There was always something of a manipulative, mischievous streak to the future crime queen. Her good behavior wasn’t natural so much as it was a façade that seemed to be effective when it came to getting what she wanted. Sure, there were outbursts of bad behavior early on, but she learned pretty quickly that it didn’t help her. Instead, she behaved sweetly, and very occasionally cried on demand if good behavior wasn’t enough.
As she grew older, her acting skills blossomed, and she began to manipulate more than just her parents. Bonding with teachers and seeming attentive in class made it easier to be lazy when she wanted to coast academically. It also got her showered with attention by her teachers, and her parents regularly got positive feedback, helping her get what she wanted at home. So, when Selina became infatuated with gymnastics, her parents gave her lessons without hesitation. Even other children soon became targets. If they had something she wanted, she played nice to get some of it for herself. And this was all by the end of middle school.
But life began to feel… dull. She’d gotten everything she’d ever wanted, but she felt like she didn’t really earn any of it, she felt like there was no challenge or excitement to her existence. Come sixteen, she decided to spice things up – she led a double life, visited seedy clubs, and acquainted herself with the hot spots of the underworld. The danger of was exciting, but fleeting. Perhaps it was because of the people she was hanging around at the clubs, but she decided to take up crime. Small stuff, at first, because regardless of the thrill of immediately going to heists, she didn’t want to be caught by the police.
She used her manipulative abilities, natural sexuality, and attractiveness to lure men to her, and while they were close, pick pocket them. The dangers of stealing from criminals was… intoxicating. Most of the time she disguised the lifting their watches, jewelry, and money as heavy caresses, but over time, she got good enough that she didn’t need to anymore. One night in particular, mid-rob, one guy decided he didn’t like the way she teased, and attempted to take advantage of her. He came very close, and if not for her memory to punch men in the Adam’s apple, he would have succeeded.
This is when she decided that maybe knowing self defense would probably be a good idea. Her parents thought it was a good idea, seeing as she was a young woman who belonged to a relatively wealthy family. She learned mixed martial arts as well as boxing so she was proficient in both offensive and defensive styles.
Meanwhile, her various aliases began to delve deeper and deeper into crime. Merely pick pocketing was fun, but the challenge was becoming lackluster. She began to jimmy locks, and windows, test security systems and computers. These skills helped her perform break ins across Gotham, and once she got good enough, she decided she was done being a two-bit criminal. She set her sights higher, and began to infiltrate into actual crime operations to assist in cons and heists. She proved to be a useful addition to any team.
By the time she was twenty, she built up quite a reputation for herself, so much so that she was called ‘The Cat’ in certain circles. She became something of a thief-for-hire, willing to infiltrate and steal for the highest bidder. One man in particular, Jack Sharp, seemed to hire her more often than the others. Over their frequent encounters, a flirtatious banter developed, until Jack decided he wanted to mix business with pleasure. Selina agreed. She was with him for two years, falling steadily more in love with the crime lord.
It was smooth sailing for two years, but something made her prevent him from telling her who she really was. He saw her face, but never knew her real name. It was an odd instinct of sorts, one that she didn’t want to think about as she contemplated marrying him. When he finally popped the question, she said yes, in spite of an instinct desperately telling her no. One night, after she did a job for a semi-regular client, Jack started accusing her of cheating on him. He called her a whore. He hit her. Selina, thinking that he it was a one time thing, let it slide… just barely.
A month later, she did another job for that client and he hit her again. Well, she wasn’t going to have any more of it, so she pushed him out a window. She visited him in the hospital and stuffed the engagement ring in his mouth, and then decided to stick it to him further. She took control of his crime syndicate.
RP Sample:
Selina’s body was sprawled across the glass of the skylight, lounging in the dying sun, catching a brief catnap on the roof of the museum. After forty winks or so, the woman’s green eyes fluttered open, and she stretched her long, curvaceous body with a light yawn. She pulled back her glove and examined her thin wrist watch. Almost six-thirty exactly. Show time. She stole glances back and forth between the museum floor below, and her wrist watch as the seconds neared. Three. Two. One. Show time. The museum instantly darkened below as the curator exited the building.
Gotta love a man who’s on time. She purred with satisfaction as she applied a suction cup to a section of the glass, and then lazily traced a circle around it with her diamond-tipped claws. After she pulled the piece of glass free from the main pane, she reached within and pulled up the latch, opening the window without setting off the alarms. Diving down through the skylight, she freefell and plummeted towards the ground three stories below. At the last minute, she tucked her body and tumbled through the air before meeting the ground in an acrobatic roll. Now safely inside the museum, she rose gracefully to her full height.
Her green eyes swept over the museum, and a confident, wicked smile curved her lips. Jewels, trinkets, and priceless artifacts surrounded her on all four walls, and cases filled some of the floor space. She felt like a kid at a candy store - there were so many goodies to purloin. Temptation and greed gripped her body, but she begrudgingly quelled her desire. She had to be quick, and she couldn’t weight herself down with items in case she was caught. Nonetheless, her claws glided over the display cases as she navigated her way through the museum towards her destination.
She used her whip as a jump rope briefly every now and again until, at last, she was there. Her green eyes held her prize, smoldering with the intensity of a predator. As her hands stroked the display case, ready to cut the glass, a voice resounded from down the hall.
“Meooww!” The security guard cat called. “Is this a break in or my birthday?”
Her green eyes flickered over his form, taking note of his less than stellar physique and the fact that his gun was still holstered. Sloppy. Catwoman leaned against the glass case and draped an arm over it, lazily tracing shapes on the glass with her claws. A mischievous, seductive grin contorted her lips as he made his approach. She ran her over hand lightly down her front, drawing attention to her outfit’s zipper. “It’s time to open your present.” The thief cooed in a sultry alto.
The ego of men always amazed, because the guard continued his approach. His body language relaxed visibly, making it evident that he actually thought she was here for his entertainment. More like vice versa. Once he drew near enough, she grazed her index finger down his front, cutting his buttons off of his shirt. She leaned in close, lips grazing his as her claw sheered the last button from his uniform. His eyes clouded with lust, and he reached out to touch her.
“Ah, ah, ah. Look, don’t touch.” She her heel down onto the toe of his foot. The man instinctively bobbed his head, clutched his shin and tried to free his foot. Selina wound up a punch, knocking him cold. Once he hit the floor, the thief lifted the keys from his body, opened the display case simply because it was more convenient than cutting the glass, and procured the item. Then, just because she could, she pulled a note from her pocket and stuck it into the case.
Meow in typed calligraphy, free of any fingerprints.
Aliases: The Cat, The Cat-Woman, Catwoman, and a slew of false identities.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Verse: Earth Two (1940, 1955), New Earth & Original.
Appearance: Optional~! Because your admin loves you so.
Powers: Human. Not applicable.
Talents: Combination of talents from Earth Two and New Earth.
Disguise, martial arts, flexible weapons, theft, gymnastics, pick pocketing, and disabling security systems.
Personality: Like any good feline, Catwoman is a proud creature. She knows what she is good at, and she isn’t remotely modest about any of it. Her pride makes her have a competitive edge, and causes her to strive to be the best of the best. Fortunately, at least for the most part, her pride isn’t blinding, and she does know her limits, meaning that she has no qualms with turning tail and fleeing if she is truly in danger.
A very modern, liberated woman, Catwoman has no problem using her sexuality to her advantage. Preying upon the physical weakness of men not only helps her complete jobs, but it also provides a great deal of amusement. But her manipulative nature is much more than being a tease. She’s a fairly gifted actress, and will frequently use these abilities to her advantage, sometimes for kicks and sometimes because the job requires it.
Given her bored-socialite nature, the thief is a thrill-seeker at heart. Between her pride and her adrenaline junkie status, she likes to flirt with danger, and dance with death far more closely than most people would be willing, so long as she knows she’s capable of coming out of the situation alive. But thrills aren’t the only reason she does what she does – in more recent years, greed and materialism became a factor.
Last, but not least, Catwoman’s surprisingly non-violent. But don’t confuse this with pacifism. Though she may prefer to make a clean escape, that doesn’t mean that she isn’t willing to fight if there’s no other option. The only one rule she has is to avoid killing at all costs, and that might even be a bit… flexible due to her vengeful nature. She doesn’t handle treachery very well, and she doesn’t like being wronged, so it’s probable that if someone were to hurt her badly enough, or anger her enough, that she’d break her creed and murder someone.
As Selina, she keeps most of these traits on the down-low.
History:
The first and only child of a relatively wealthy family, Selina was her parents’ legacy. Growing up, she was something of an angel, bright, curious, well-behaved, and sweet… at least to her parents’ faces. There was always something of a manipulative, mischievous streak to the future crime queen. Her good behavior wasn’t natural so much as it was a façade that seemed to be effective when it came to getting what she wanted. Sure, there were outbursts of bad behavior early on, but she learned pretty quickly that it didn’t help her. Instead, she behaved sweetly, and very occasionally cried on demand if good behavior wasn’t enough.
As she grew older, her acting skills blossomed, and she began to manipulate more than just her parents. Bonding with teachers and seeming attentive in class made it easier to be lazy when she wanted to coast academically. It also got her showered with attention by her teachers, and her parents regularly got positive feedback, helping her get what she wanted at home. So, when Selina became infatuated with gymnastics, her parents gave her lessons without hesitation. Even other children soon became targets. If they had something she wanted, she played nice to get some of it for herself. And this was all by the end of middle school.
But life began to feel… dull. She’d gotten everything she’d ever wanted, but she felt like she didn’t really earn any of it, she felt like there was no challenge or excitement to her existence. Come sixteen, she decided to spice things up – she led a double life, visited seedy clubs, and acquainted herself with the hot spots of the underworld. The danger of was exciting, but fleeting. Perhaps it was because of the people she was hanging around at the clubs, but she decided to take up crime. Small stuff, at first, because regardless of the thrill of immediately going to heists, she didn’t want to be caught by the police.
She used her manipulative abilities, natural sexuality, and attractiveness to lure men to her, and while they were close, pick pocket them. The dangers of stealing from criminals was… intoxicating. Most of the time she disguised the lifting their watches, jewelry, and money as heavy caresses, but over time, she got good enough that she didn’t need to anymore. One night in particular, mid-rob, one guy decided he didn’t like the way she teased, and attempted to take advantage of her. He came very close, and if not for her memory to punch men in the Adam’s apple, he would have succeeded.
This is when she decided that maybe knowing self defense would probably be a good idea. Her parents thought it was a good idea, seeing as she was a young woman who belonged to a relatively wealthy family. She learned mixed martial arts as well as boxing so she was proficient in both offensive and defensive styles.
Meanwhile, her various aliases began to delve deeper and deeper into crime. Merely pick pocketing was fun, but the challenge was becoming lackluster. She began to jimmy locks, and windows, test security systems and computers. These skills helped her perform break ins across Gotham, and once she got good enough, she decided she was done being a two-bit criminal. She set her sights higher, and began to infiltrate into actual crime operations to assist in cons and heists. She proved to be a useful addition to any team.
By the time she was twenty, she built up quite a reputation for herself, so much so that she was called ‘The Cat’ in certain circles. She became something of a thief-for-hire, willing to infiltrate and steal for the highest bidder. One man in particular, Jack Sharp, seemed to hire her more often than the others. Over their frequent encounters, a flirtatious banter developed, until Jack decided he wanted to mix business with pleasure. Selina agreed. She was with him for two years, falling steadily more in love with the crime lord.
It was smooth sailing for two years, but something made her prevent him from telling her who she really was. He saw her face, but never knew her real name. It was an odd instinct of sorts, one that she didn’t want to think about as she contemplated marrying him. When he finally popped the question, she said yes, in spite of an instinct desperately telling her no. One night, after she did a job for a semi-regular client, Jack started accusing her of cheating on him. He called her a whore. He hit her. Selina, thinking that he it was a one time thing, let it slide… just barely.
A month later, she did another job for that client and he hit her again. Well, she wasn’t going to have any more of it, so she pushed him out a window. She visited him in the hospital and stuffed the engagement ring in his mouth, and then decided to stick it to him further. She took control of his crime syndicate.
RP Sample:
Selina’s body was sprawled across the glass of the skylight, lounging in the dying sun, catching a brief catnap on the roof of the museum. After forty winks or so, the woman’s green eyes fluttered open, and she stretched her long, curvaceous body with a light yawn. She pulled back her glove and examined her thin wrist watch. Almost six-thirty exactly. Show time. She stole glances back and forth between the museum floor below, and her wrist watch as the seconds neared. Three. Two. One. Show time. The museum instantly darkened below as the curator exited the building.
Gotta love a man who’s on time. She purred with satisfaction as she applied a suction cup to a section of the glass, and then lazily traced a circle around it with her diamond-tipped claws. After she pulled the piece of glass free from the main pane, she reached within and pulled up the latch, opening the window without setting off the alarms. Diving down through the skylight, she freefell and plummeted towards the ground three stories below. At the last minute, she tucked her body and tumbled through the air before meeting the ground in an acrobatic roll. Now safely inside the museum, she rose gracefully to her full height.
Her green eyes swept over the museum, and a confident, wicked smile curved her lips. Jewels, trinkets, and priceless artifacts surrounded her on all four walls, and cases filled some of the floor space. She felt like a kid at a candy store - there were so many goodies to purloin. Temptation and greed gripped her body, but she begrudgingly quelled her desire. She had to be quick, and she couldn’t weight herself down with items in case she was caught. Nonetheless, her claws glided over the display cases as she navigated her way through the museum towards her destination.
She used her whip as a jump rope briefly every now and again until, at last, she was there. Her green eyes held her prize, smoldering with the intensity of a predator. As her hands stroked the display case, ready to cut the glass, a voice resounded from down the hall.
“Meooww!” The security guard cat called. “Is this a break in or my birthday?”
Her green eyes flickered over his form, taking note of his less than stellar physique and the fact that his gun was still holstered. Sloppy. Catwoman leaned against the glass case and draped an arm over it, lazily tracing shapes on the glass with her claws. A mischievous, seductive grin contorted her lips as he made his approach. She ran her over hand lightly down her front, drawing attention to her outfit’s zipper. “It’s time to open your present.” The thief cooed in a sultry alto.
The ego of men always amazed, because the guard continued his approach. His body language relaxed visibly, making it evident that he actually thought she was here for his entertainment. More like vice versa. Once he drew near enough, she grazed her index finger down his front, cutting his buttons off of his shirt. She leaned in close, lips grazing his as her claw sheered the last button from his uniform. His eyes clouded with lust, and he reached out to touch her.
“Ah, ah, ah. Look, don’t touch.” She her heel down onto the toe of his foot. The man instinctively bobbed his head, clutched his shin and tried to free his foot. Selina wound up a punch, knocking him cold. Once he hit the floor, the thief lifted the keys from his body, opened the display case simply because it was more convenient than cutting the glass, and procured the item. Then, just because she could, she pulled a note from her pocket and stuck it into the case.
Meow in typed calligraphy, free of any fingerprints.