Kendall Jackson
Code Name: Catwoman
Real Name: Kendall Jackson
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Sexuality: It's complicated.
Occupation: Thief, drug courier and general go-for for Rick Lucas, a well known drug kingpin in the bowels of Gotham city.

Abilities
Skills: Ken is an untrained but very skilled free-runner, pick pocket and all around sneak thief. She's pretty good with her fists, growing up in the unforgiving, uncarring streets of Gotham made sure of that, and not above dirty play to get the job done. She's fairly handy with lock picks but still getting the basics down and doesn't have a complete set, what she does have works but only just and she's untested on a lot of the high class stuff she's started to jack.
Equipment: Said lock picks with a short and long hook, snake rake, single and double ball, and C and L rakes, her set is missing the small and large half diamonds and broken key extractor. She travels light besides, wearing a kitty-cat hoodie, full face mask with army surplus night-vision goggles, gloves and yoga pants with Lycra underneath, minimalist Nike running shoes, all black of course; and carries a slim backpack to carry her score and a quick change if she needs it, nothing fancy.

Appearance - Costumed
Height: A lengthy 5'9.
Weight: On the fine line between 100 and 99 lbs, too thin.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Very nearly bald.
Eye Color: A timid and sometimes mischievous brown.
Build: Whip thin, obviously eats too little or very poorly.
Complexion: Dark and rich.
Distinguishing Marks or Items: Her kitty cat hoodie and night-vision goggles likely stand out for a few people, maybe how small she is for others.
Description:
As the night stalking Catwoman Ken keeps things as simple and black as possible, she wears tight gloves, minimalist Nike running shoes, yoga pants with Lycra underneath to keep the cold out, a plain black tee with a zipped up hoodie that has cat ears on the top and a tightly strapped on backpack for whatever catches her eye when she goes stalking. She covers her head completely and after one too many accidents yanked a small pair of night vision goggles from a military surplus store.

Model:


Appearance - Civilian
Height: A lengthy 5'9.
Weight: On the fine line between 100 and 99 lbs, too thin.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Very nearly bald.
Eye Color: A timid and sometimes mischievous brown.
Build: Whip thin, obviously eats too little or very poorly.
Complexion: Dark and rich.
Distinguishing Marks or Items: A small scar or two here and there from bad spills or bad beat downs, nothing too interesting.
Description:
A childhood as a courier for the drug kingpin Rick Lucas has molded Ken's body into that of a marathon free-runner, small but strong, and taught her more then a few things about getting past tight spaces and out of tighter situations on her wits and little else. Ken is the sort of unremarkable woman most people pass by without noticing which is just how she likes it. Her eyes are a timid and sometimes mischievous brown, nothing anyone would seek out; she has a small, pert nose and medium sized lips besides, and keeps her hair shaved as often as possible, hates it when it gets too long, too long being anything over a half inch.

Ken dresses as well as she can most of the time but has been known to say screw it and go fairly casual too. Regardless, most of her clothes, well those she hasn't jacked anyway, are all thirfty finds and the few that aren't stand out cos they're quite a few grades above the rest, trophies from the few places she's knocked off since starting her moonlight escapades a few weeks ago.

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Personality
Quiet and socially awkward, Ken suffers from depression, social anxiety and panic attacks, hates large groups of people and finds her own company much more enjoyable then that of anyone else's. She does know those are things she has to get over however and does, sometimes, take it upon herself to put up with a significant amount of discomfort so she can have what some would call a minor social life.

Strengths: Great at blending in and hiding in plain sight, Ken's greatest strength is probably her ambiguity, she doesn't stand out, even when she tries to. She's a fairly good little dancer too, even if she says all she does is shake her ass, but there's more to it then that. She has a grace she isn't aware of, a smooth, sleek way about her, like a-- well, like a cat.
Weaknesses: Same as her strengths, she has trouble standing out, is socially awkward to an embarrassing degree, is depressed, has exceptionally low self esteem, lower self worth and really very good at talking herself into deeper shit then she can climb out of.
Fears: Crowds, being on the spot, spotlights, getting caught, street violence, Lucas's ire, a bad high, dropping her run, breaking something, really, there's a lot, she's scared of a ton of things, most of them she feels are reasonable but there's a few she knows aren't, like spiders and anything icky. Mother nature is full of icky shit and she does what she can to avoid that bitch.

Background
History:
A runaway orphan, Ken had little choice in her survival and became a drug courier and general go-for for Rick Lucas, a well known drug kingpin in the bowels of Gotham city. She's learned to keep to herself, it's easier to run through life without anyone to give a shit about then it is to grow attached and watch them leave, be it to the streets, the drugs, the gangs, whatever; even those that got lucky and found a way out were still gone in the end, to Ken it was all the same, gone was gone, and after awhile, everyone she gave a shit about was just that, gone.

Too damn good at what she does for Lucas to forget her, Ken is his longest running courier and has, unfortunately, earned a great deal of his trust, something she does her damnedest to keep, figuring a trusted girl was a safe one. Mostly right, Ken went to school when she could but never did graduate, had to bump out after getting caught with a backpack full of dope during class, was either split or face the one-time and land her ass in Juvie, something she wanted nothing to do with.

She knew when the GCPD found out who she ran for she'd suffer some intense beat downs until she snitched and that'd be the end of her when word got back to Lucas, Juvie wasn't safe, nowhere was, not from that man. She'd seen a snitch dealt with when she was a teen, a kid she ran with had his head shot open, a violent mess she still has nightmares about.

The only way out was to buy her contract, the sum total of what Lucas said he had to pay while she was under his care, a high amount she knows nothing about. Lucas told her he'd tell her when she was paid up and that's when she started to jack shit, didn't matter much what it was either, anything she could sell for a quick buck. After a while she became pretty good at busting into ritzy places and yanking their shit, stole herself enough to break free of the streets and get herself an apartment high above them after she found a reliable fence.

It was the Goddamn Batman that inspired her to get clever, to put on a get-up of her own, to become the Goddamn Catwoman. It was smart, she felt, to dress up like every day was Halloween, people remembered that Goddamn Catwoman more then they did anything else and that bitch could be anyone. Ken liked being anyone, liked it a lot, found she had more confidence when she was in that Goddamn Catwoman's shoes.

What she liked most of all though was finally getting a piece of what she felt she had coming to her, some of those socialite bitches had nicer things then Ken felt they needed, like Swarovski Crystal figurines, jewelry worth a whole house, hygiene products that cost a weeks wage, clothes that'd feed a family for a month, shit like that. Was it selfish? Sure, but shit, if anyone had a right to be a bit selfish, Ken felt she did, she'd earned that, damn right she did.

Family: Ken is an orphan.

Secrets: Ken is in the closet, pretty deep too, she's only just admitted it to herself and has yet to act on any of her deep desires. That aside she has a bit of a dark side she struggles with, too many years on the streets have made her see things in a way most don't. Ken feels life has a price and worries one day she'll find herself in a situation where what she has in her hands will be worth more to her then the life of whomever the Hell is in her way.