Agent Name: Kitty York             

Pre-Agency Name: Julianne King

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Physical Description: Kitty York is a rather petite figure standing at around 156cm (5’1), with a build that appears lanky, but hides surprisingly toned and fit muscles, and impressive flexibility. Her face betrays her youth, with pale skin and naturally rose lips. All working to frame her sky blue eyes. Her blond hair is longer than one might have expected given her former position, but prior to having her old life effectively erased, it was well kept and always kept up in a neat bun. Whether that trend continues with her new life is yet to be seen. When not working, or expected to look presentable, she often dresses rather grungy, evidence that she never quite grew out of the rebellious style of her youth. Despite that, when the situation calls for it, she scrubs up as well as one would expect from both a solider and a medical professional.
Her pale skin is dotted with the occasional scar, or tattoo. Most of which being military in theme, or covered up gang tattoos. But a large number of her favorite pieces were covered up to help in hiding her new identity. So rather than her skin being covered in small artworks. It has the occasional blackout, before returning to her soft white skin

Former position: Combat Medic with the Royal Australian Army Medical Corps (RAAMC)

Strengths:

Medical expertise/Ghetto Surgery: Kitty was introduced to the wonderful medical world from a young age. However, in those early years, she was far from a nurse or paramedic. That doesn’t mean those skills were useless to her. Alongside her expertise in combat first aid and emergency medical treatment that she was taught alongside her military training. Kitty has a skill very other medical professionals do, for admittedly good reason. Back when she was a ‘Fixer’, Kitty was taught a skill known colloquially as ‘Ghetto surgery’, which would make any medical professional gasp, but when the law is on your tail, or the bullets are flying. Sometimes it’s nice to have a ‘fixer’ who can cauterize a wound with only a combat knife and a cooking blowtorch. Additionally, she has a slightly more in-depth understanding of biology than most of her former colleagues. Finding viruses and parasites fascinating to almost a worrying degree.

Weapon’s training, and basic combat training/experience: While never being one for violence. Kitty’s former life forced her to be rough and be able to hold her own in a tussle. This was only strengthened when she joined the armed forces. While not a trained killer. She received all the same basic training every member does, and as such understands the operation and maintenance of basic firearms, and has combat experience under her belt.

Flexibility and gymnastic talents: A youth spent dashing through alleys and clambering across rooftops blessed Kitty with a rather lithe body, able to quickly clamber over and across surfaces, and having an impressive long jump. While it never came in handy in her later life. Being an unprofessional gymnast just might have use in her newfound occupation.

Weaknesses:

Lack of social etiquette: If one was being professional, they would describe Kitty as a socially difficult person, who doesn’t play well with others prior to them earning her respect. If one was being unprofessional. They would call her a bitch to anyone who isn’t her friend. And unfortunately, both of these descriptions are accurate. Her rough upbringing did little to instill a sense of manners and politeness in her, and while her time in the armed forces did create a sense of professionalism and discipline. It did little to assuage her contempt for authority, or her standoffish and aggressive nature towards newer people. However, on the other end of the double-edged sword. When someone does earn her respect, she is fiercely loyal and protective. Often getting into more trouble for her defensive nature over her friends than her aggression towards others.

Aversion to psycho-analysis: While it’s possible to categorize this under her lack of social etiquette. Kitty’s aversion to psychiatrists and attempts to psychoanalyze her since adopting her new life goes beyond simply disliking people and being standoffish. It was only when faced with people of a far superior rank that Kitty was able to allow even the slightest amount of psycho-analysis without attempting to hide or give false signals. Much preferring to keep whats in her head, up in her head.

Short Backstory: Julianne King was born to a lower-class family in the Sutherland Shire, Sydney. And from a very young age, became a product of the system, passed from foster family to foster family. She grew resentful of not only those who would call themselves her family, but also pretty much anyone who would claim to be an authority over her. And while most girls go through a rebellious phase in their youth. Julianne’s never really seemed to end, only growing worse and worse. She eventually would end up in trouble with the law. And after several years. Would finally find her way to the military. finding solace in the rigid structure yet relative freedom she had while deployed.

Despite her constant run ins with her superiors. Julianne took well to the rigid structure of the military, and it’s rewarding sense of accomplishment, as well as the camaraderie she built with her fellow members of the ADF, but much like her time on the streets, she didn’t particularly enjoy the violent aspect, despite her nature. So again, she picked up the books, and with the defense force’s support, worked through her training with the RAAMC, to become a Combat Paramedic, which as she saw, was the same job she did in her youth, only in worse situations, with better equipment, and arguably on the better side. By the age of twenty-one, she was in service. But somehow still felt unsatisfied. That was, until a certain woman, in a neat suit approached her during her leave, with an offer of an interview, a new life. And a chance to make a difference. Julianne didn’t exactly expect to be on the first plane to America. And even less so, expected to see her name in the obituaries.

Officially. Julianne King was killed in an IED explosion on her twenty-second birthday, while on patrol in the middle east, and was post-humorously pardoned for her crimes and given a military funeral. Leaving very few people behind to mourn her.
By the time she had touched down in the United States. Julianne King was dead. And Kitty York was walking off the aircraft. Being ushered away. And for once. Being very, very careful of who she gave attitude to.