Kat a riposté et a tourné les yeux vers les novices pour la première fois. Dans l'illumination de la lumière au-dessus de leur table, tous pourraient remarquer quelque chose d'étrange avec ses yeux. Ils n'avaient pas l'air bien... étaient-ils verticaux? Les oreilles, bien que juste au-dessus de la ligne de la lumière, semblaient se déplacer une fois de plus. -- Et qu'avez-vous entendu, mon cher dinosaure? Elle s'est plié les bras à travers la poitrine, lui donnant des coups de pied.
Name: Kat
Faction: Freelancer
Age: 21
Race: Feline Anthromorph
Gender: Female

Weapons: Modified M16, a desert eagle sidearm, A specialized crossbow with bolts labeled "K8L", a pair of combat knives, and twin custom short swords. She does not carry all of these at once. She has set load-outs for different combat situations.
Skills: Feline level of reflexes, eyesight, and hearing. relatively good aim with both her firearms, knows some hand-to-hand combat. Is known to have a silver tongue. Drawbacks: not very strong, relies more on avoidance and stealth.
Personality: Serious on the job, rather mischievous in nature. She tends to grab onto things that are amusing to her and run with them for long stretches of time. She likes to tease her targets when she gets the chance, and she's far from being a prude in terms of intimate relations with anyone she finds relatively attractive, or likes her for who she is, and not judge her on her appearance.
History: A Sergent in the US army, she enjoyed her job, but needed some extra cash. So she volunteered to be a subject in the science division. But life has a way of screwing with you. The scientists botched their predictions and their budget, leaving her a freak of science with little money and no chance of a normal life.
Using what she knew, she became a freelance agent. An assassin of sorts. Advertized as the "Kat with eight lives" She made a name for herself in the criminal underworld. She was careful to avoid big factions, feeling they'd use her and dump her as the military did. She had heard about a group that didn't care about appearance, but she lived by one rule: Never trust anyone as far as you can throw them. So instead of showing up in person, she sent the man in charge of recruiting an offer of her services...
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Maybe this should spin things up...=3