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| User: | kitty_fangs (98267) |
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| Name: | Katherine 'Kitty Kat' Williams | |||||||||
| Bio: | SPECIES: Vampire PERSONALITY: Pragmatic, arrogant, sadistic and caustic. FAMILY: Her fanged maker, Christine, still exists somewhere, as does her most favourite vampiric progeny, Caroline. ABILITIES: Extreme proficiency with killing/torture instruments and techniques. Possesses a healthy sense of paranoia. Is intelligent enough to go for a critical strike, rather than waste time gloating. Her favourite weapons come in the shape of two Chinese hook swords and a whip of metal cord, often disguised as a belt, whilst she has no qualms about using firearms of virtually any description. WEAKNESSES: Can be distracted by a challenge or easy target. Having previously killed Slayers, would like few things more than to add to her kill tally of them or even turn one. Has the skull of one in a sealed, metal case, which she regards as a highly caluable possession (very difficult to obtain, but could be used as leverage over her). Has the usual weaknesses to sunlight, stake impaling and so on. Apparently has a thing for acting protectively for prostitutes, due to her maker's profession. Has a way of easily making enemies, because of her talents and personality. Can be tempted into letting a victim live, if the promise of entertainment through torture seems to be available. CHARACTER HISTORY: Welcome to America, 1902... Katherine Williams, 'Kitty' to her father and close friends, grew up in one of those households which had at least one full-time servant or domestic at the time. A financially secure family, her father's business was primarily in trade, primarily that of shipping. Things took a heavy toll when her natural mother contracted tuberculosis and wasted away to eventual death. Some time later, Katherine's father came to the decision of retiring on their accumulated fortune, in order for the both of them to start a new life. Unfortunately, it seemed that chaos had other ideas in mind. For once the train journey had been completed, the horse-driven wagon procession with them and all their worldly goods was attacked. Katherine may have had a disturbing fate in store, were it not for the group of bandits shooting her in the process. With her father killed, the wagons plundered for anything of value, heavier items like furniture heirlooms destroyed for the sheer fun of it and Katherine left to slowly die as the only survivor, the young woman could feel her life ebbing away. The terrible heat of the day baking down upon the carnage, with the only strength still left in her, Katherine managed, just about, to painfully lift herself upon the only horse that had not been freed and fled immediately. She knew the general direction of the next town they were to have stopped at. Perhaps if she could get to the authorities there, tell them what happened, maybe she could get the satisfaction of knowing those that had taken everything from her of worth would be hunted down. But the journey took hours and by the night she made it there, death's own door was opening. Lights and sounds of merriment from people indoors enjoying the warmth of friendship and alcohol were there, but they meant little to Katherine by that time. The gaze losing focus, one hand clutched over abdomen and the other weakly on horse's reign. She was shaking by the time of what she thought must have been a prostitute found her, feeling utterly cold from the blood loss already taken place. But Katherine couldn't care less about their profession. They'd been able to take her off the saddle, even as she muttered feverishly about what had happened. "Shh... S'alright, darlin'. You're gonna' be just fine..." Katherine knew that she must have been unconscious for quite some time. The next thing she knew, she was in a bed, body still hurting, though, as she would find out later on, the expended ammunition removed. Eyes had blinked, arm reaching out and up to face in the darkness, as they adjusted. The woman was still there, pink feather in hair, along with the rest of her revealing costume. It was the following evening, they explained. Katherine trying to raise up as she did so, only to find that she was still weak. But it was fine, she was safe now, the other tenderly elaborated. A touch to cheek which soothed the surviving heiress more than in any other situation. Katherine had been through an awful lot the previous day... Slowly, in a sigh beginning to explain it. She could feel it though. The anger, more stronger than at any other time in her life. It was enough to make her want to go and track them down herself. "You can," said other, sympathetically. "Just as soon I got you back on your feet an' all. Rest's what y'need, darlin'." And Katherine nodded a smile, not a dark one, but a relaxed one. "After all," the woman continued, sitting next to her on the bed. Hand tenderly placed gently to Katherine's forehead. "We're family now..." And the smile returned was one of crested brow and fangs. Katherine came to discover that she had been saved. Saved by a vampire's kiss. After that night, it was time to learn. And learn Katherine did. She had a purpose now. A genuine incentive. The one who made her... Her 'sire', she taught her well too. Good enough to turn the once-good girl into a force of death. And certainly good enough, in the upcoming weeks, for Katherine to have found and affirmed the identity of her erstwhile murderers and those of her father. They all suffered long deaths after that. And Katherine found it amusing, ultimately, for them to be crucified by a vampire. After she had managed to have her fun, of course. It was some years after that both Katherine and her maker parted ways. There was no hostility. They just had other diversions to attend to in unlife. Besides which, 'Kitty Kat' had developed something of a talent for viciousness and there was a world of opportunity out there for someone like her. As it turned out, she was also clever. Two Slayers killed. Three eaten. The second had been killed in a simple accident, by no other killer than nature and circumstances itself, but that didn't stop Katherine from yanking the girl's head back and draining the essence right out of her until corpse was dry, when she discovered it. The third had been a matter of putting together a gang of others to set upon the girl, only to jump in the fray when it had began, turning on the rest in an apparently collaborative event. The poor girl was exhausted by the end of it. And, shaking an apparent saviour by the hand was the Slayer's mistake: Katherine forcing her in and striking fangs deep. Katherine had transformed fully from socialising young girl to a formidable and sadistic killer. And guess what? She really did like it. And she didn't particularly care if her choice of victim was human, either, at times. Just so long as it would be entertaining. When it did come to the human preference, Katherine's calling card tended to be a deeper than average bite. She got a kick out of the biting. Out of the feeling of slicing her fangs through flesh that way. By the fifties, she had met what some might have called her match: Caroline. A slightly younger fresh thing, who'd just been kicked out of Catholic school. Caroline's parents, of course, thought it would have had a calming effect on her. It only caused the opposite. And, of course, when it came time for Katherine to reveal her true nature that first evening, Caroline's eyes couldn't open wide enough to contain her excitement. While Katherine might have turned others before, it had seemed none of them had been nearly so eager for it as Caroline had that time. And so began a relationship built on fire and chaos. Their dynamic more or less coming down to Caroline usually acting like a kitten on a sugar rush, while Katherine was a coiling viper just waiting to strike fast and deep. Together, the pair of them had quite a time of it and 'fun' didn't even begin to describe their times. Still, though. They weren't exactly married and after a decade or so, they began to grow apart. Not through boredom, but as with Katherine and her own maker, just rediscovering the sorts of things that each could get from independence. And things stayed like that: The pair alternatively wandering apart and then crossing paths again at completely random times, without even planning to. Now, with spike-heeled boots and an affinity with chainsaws, it was time for somewhere else to be where Katherine next makes her mark. | |||||||||
| Friends: | None listed. | |||||||||
| Member of: | 6: city_limits, city_limits_ooc, free_form2, free_form_ooc, low_tide, low_tide_ooc | |||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
