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While it is well-known that Katalyst is indeed a hero, she almost never tells the tale of her "inspiration"; she was never gifted with any truly superhuman abilities. | While it is well-known that Katalyst is indeed a hero, she almost never tells the tale of her "inspiration"; she was never gifted with any truly superhuman abilities. | ||
− | + | <center>''"Look, can we take this elsewhere? I'd rather speak in a much more private location than this if I absolutely must tell you my story."'' <br>--Katalyst, when asked to explain her origin story.</center> | |
− | + | It had taken a lot of convincing, but herein lies her story... | |
+ | ==A Troubling Childhood== | ||
+ | Born outside of Millennium City and raised within its limits, the first six years of her life were generally typical for a tomboyish little girl. She loved to rough-house, play with her pet puppy, run laps around her yard, and just generally do things that a young girl could love doing. In the seventh year of her life, her entire world was turned inside out. | ||
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+ | Nine days after her seventh birthday, her family got a sinister phone call from a friend. "You guys have to move out of there... Out of state, something! I don't know who did it, but there's somebody after your family.. Please, you must leave!" It was the last Katalyst ever heard from them. The friend had chosen to move somewhere far away just four days later, out of state. | ||
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+ | On the third week after her birthday, they came. | ||
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+ | A squad of mafia men, dressed in pure black and white, armed with rifles and pistols. They banged on the front door, readying to knock it down. Told to hide and stay silent, Katalyst climbed her way up into the rafters of her home, hiding behind beams, and was watching the two groups down below. Every single one of the men fired on them, and a brutal slaughter ensued. Every one of her close family members, even the poor puppy, was massacred. They had radioed to their boss that her family was dead, and left the house a bloody mess. After the squad left the silently climbed down, looking everyone over, a single tear streaking down her face. | ||
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+ | Her last thought, and her first one of true violence: <center>''Nobody who ordered something this cruel should be allowed to live.''</center> |
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Katalyst | ||||||||||
Player: @ShadowClaw17 | ||||||||||
Katalyst looking over the Millennuim City skyline | ||||||||||
Biographical Data | ||||||||||
Real Name: | None Available | |||||||||
Known Aliases: | Confidential | |||||||||
Gender: | Female | |||||||||
Species: | Human | |||||||||
Ethnicity: | ??? | |||||||||
Place of Birth: | ??? | |||||||||
Base of Operations: | Millennium City | |||||||||
Relatives: | None | |||||||||
Characteristics | ||||||||||
Age: | 23 | |||||||||
Height: | 6' 0" | |||||||||
Weight: | 140 | |||||||||
Eyes: | Hazel | |||||||||
Hair: | Brown | |||||||||
Complexion: | Typical | |||||||||
Physical Build: | Much more muscular than most women | |||||||||
Physical Features: | None | |||||||||
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Identity: | Currently Secret | |||||||||
Years Active: | 3 | |||||||||
Citizenship: | America | |||||||||
Occupation: | ??? | |||||||||
Education: | College, no further info | |||||||||
Marital Status: | Single, not looking | |||||||||
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None without her technology. With her equipment she possesses superhuman-strength and speed, can manipulate small regions of energy remotely, can teleport, can create personal energy barriers, and wields two questionite-enhanced energy blades. | ||||||||||
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Notable that she always seems to be wearing an unusual black undersuit. |
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Becoming a Hero
While it is well-known that Katalyst is indeed a hero, she almost never tells the tale of her "inspiration"; she was never gifted with any truly superhuman abilities.
--Katalyst, when asked to explain her origin story.
It had taken a lot of convincing, but herein lies her story...
A Troubling Childhood
Born outside of Millennium City and raised within its limits, the first six years of her life were generally typical for a tomboyish little girl. She loved to rough-house, play with her pet puppy, run laps around her yard, and just generally do things that a young girl could love doing. In the seventh year of her life, her entire world was turned inside out.
Nine days after her seventh birthday, her family got a sinister phone call from a friend. "You guys have to move out of there... Out of state, something! I don't know who did it, but there's somebody after your family.. Please, you must leave!" It was the last Katalyst ever heard from them. The friend had chosen to move somewhere far away just four days later, out of state.
On the third week after her birthday, they came.
A squad of mafia men, dressed in pure black and white, armed with rifles and pistols. They banged on the front door, readying to knock it down. Told to hide and stay silent, Katalyst climbed her way up into the rafters of her home, hiding behind beams, and was watching the two groups down below. Every single one of the men fired on them, and a brutal slaughter ensued. Every one of her close family members, even the poor puppy, was massacred. They had radioed to their boss that her family was dead, and left the house a bloody mess. After the squad left the silently climbed down, looking everyone over, a single tear streaking down her face.
Her last thought, and her first one of true violence: