[Physical Description]
Kitty is what many might consider a petite woman, standing at a modest 5 feet 3 inches in height and weighing only 115 pounds (52 kg).  Perhaps something of a result of her smaller Vietnamese grandmother.  Her grandmother also apparently lends to her slightly almond-shaped eyes, but her hazel eye color likely comes from another side of the family.  Her brown hair is worn shoulder length, but perpetually tied in a pony tail or bun since it would be a hindrance otherwise.  Still she refuses to cut it, other than the fact that it's not easy, and she's not going full-on "GI Jane".  For a woman used to a rough lifestyle she is surprisingly feminine, in demeanor as well as physically.  She may be petite, but she has great proportions, not too big and not too small, packaged in an obviously fit feminine form.  A petite nose and pouty lips complete her angelic, even pretty visage.  A welcome sight to any wounded soldier on the battlefield.

[Background]
Kitty Summers was born in the mountains of Montana near Darby.  Her grandfather was a former Special Forces Colonel, Michael Summers, who had settled with his Vietnamese wife in land set aside for military veterans.  Her father, Tyler, married his high school sweetheart, Kitty's mom, Vanessa Wolf, and had three children.  Kitty was the oldest, followed by Jack, and finally the baby, Anna.  They lived a relatively simple life, learning about living off the land and outdoor activities like mountain climbing and fishing.  Her grandfather liked to teach all his grandchildren a little hand-to-hand, mostly for fun, and may be one day to defend themselves.

Tragedy would strike the Summers family down in a series of unfortunate events.  A terrible car accident left the three children orphaned as both Kitty's parents and her grandmother were killed as a semi-truck slid on an icy road.  Of course Colonel Summers took them in, but not but a few weeks later he died of a heart attack while the kids were in school.  Kitty was only 13 years old at the time, but she inherited everything from the land to the responsibility of taking care of Jack and Anna.  Kitty had hoped to one day become a medical doctor and leave Darby, Montana, but those hopes and aspirations were put on hold as the reality of caring for herself and her siblings took precedence.  Somehow they fell through the bureaucratic cracks, and were never snatched up to become ward's of the state.  They continued their existence in the mountains without much attention.

Kitty dropped out of school and worked as a waitress in Darby for awhile as she worked on getting her GED.  Obtaining her GED came easily, so she managed to enroll in the community college taking some Emergency Medical Technician classes, hoping that at least she could work in a field that interested her.  When she was 16, she became an emancipated minor.  She couldn't get a job as an actual EMT, but a recruiter that frequented the diner Kitty worked at offered her a way out of Darby for her and possibly her siblings -- enlist in the U.S. Army.

She aced the ASVAB, and could have any enlisted job she wanted.  The military was running a pilot program for women in combat arms, and now even the elite Special Forces.  So like her grandfather, she became a Green Beret, and if it were not already a perfect fit she easily tracked into the Medical Sergeant's role.

Her siblings lived on Fort Bragg, NC as her dependents.  Of course, as she provided she was no longer around and Jack took care of the household.  The siblings understood, as life had been rough, and they actually could be kids again, but it didn't always keep them from being a bit bitter or even envious that Kitty could get away.  By now, Jack himself enlisted, and Anna managed to get a full scholarship to New York University in New York City.  Kitty hasn't heard from them in many months as non-military communication became more scarce.

War came soon after her enlistment, and she along with many others were wisked through the pipeline.  Before she knew it, she was operating in an A-Team.  As the war dragged on, her medical expertise was needed more and more by the Army at large and she was dumped back into the main body attached to the 1-40th Armor as a combat medic.  Kitty was war weary, and knew that many needed her help, and although she was no longer in an A-Team, she felt that as long as she was helping someone she was right where she needed to be.