Post by Silhouette on Apr 1, 2007 16:22:57 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Kyraline Shaw
Code Name: Silhouette
Age: 25
Affiliation: Unaffiliated, possibly join the x-men
Mutant Characteristics:
Mutation: Kyra has the ability to alter her human form and shift into that of a Black Leopard at will. At first the process was quite painful but as she got used to it the change became for fluid and faster now it happens as if moving from one room to another. She can while in human form utilize her panther senses, hearing, smell and sight to aid her when in the dark or when she is hunting her target. She had the ability to change particular parts of her body, her nails can become claws while she remains human and she uses them to scale buildings with ease. Her panther reflexes serve her well in human form as well as in panther form allowing her grace and strength when she fights. She is a, experience fighter with the ability to learn other peoples fighting style from watching them, she could watch someone fight another then use those moves as if she herself had learnt them.
She must however watch them fight, like on TV or a video all she needs do is watch the fighting techniques of her the other person and she can defend from that attack or attack the same way. Her panther sense give her an ability to read direction of an attack if she had her back to her attacker, very much like whiskers on a house cat allows them to feel wind direction. When she shifts her clothes do not generally shift with her unless she is wearing special clothing which is threaded with her own fur, this allows the clothing to sink into her flesh when she shifts, thus becoming part of her. As with all large cats she has amazing grace and balance, she has power hidden behind a sleek body, her black fur allows her to blend into the shadows almost flawlessly.
Manifestations: none
Class: 3
The Character
Personality: Silhouette is very quite she won’t speak unless she has to, she prefers to watch, to observe people and how they act. She always appears to be alert which in truth she is, her senses are always working over time keeping an ear out for any noise which could be danger and any smell which could bring danger to her. when she does speak it is always direct and to the point, she sees no point in beating around the bush. She isn’t a cold person but this is how she had taught herself to be since the death of her family.
As a panther spirit in truth she is fiercely loyal to those she has found respect for, if anyone is honourable enough to earn the respect of her she will be less likely to turn on them. If she ever considered someone a friend they would be the most protected person in the world but you would not want to get on her bad side. She had a temper like her panther quick to act and lash out she works hard at keeping herself calm another reason why she does not speak much. Anti-mutant feeling is something which does rub her fur the wrong way, she tends to growl at them when she passes. Most humans get a shiver down their spine like a hunter is close and they are the next prey.
When in panther form she is actually rather pleasant and is more the happy for a scratch behind the ears as long as she knows you are not out to harm her. Playful as a kitten at times she again protects those she cares about. But her temper again in this form is worse then in human form. She does not need to hunt and eat fresh meat as long as in her human form she makes sure she is eating a lot of food, so it looks like she is always stuffing her face when really she is keeping her panther from ripping up next doors poodle.
Physical Description:
Hair: Black hair, long down around her shoulders
Eye Color: Azure blue in human for and ice blue in panther form.
Height: 6ft
Kyra generally is found wearing anything dark as she keeps out of the main eye of anyone around. She dresses in light fitting black trousers and top so she can remove them she shift her form. She does own a special set of clothing which has her panther fur sown through it so it shifts along with her body but she only wears this when she is actually working, allowing for quick changes. She always very much like the cat she is, quite and silent she makes no noise as she moves which generally scares people. In humans for she is tall and thin, hidden power in her lanky form, but she always appears very relaxed, yet like a cat she can strike from a relaxed state.
Her azure blue eyes tend to shift along with her moods, they go from her usual blue to ice blue when she is in panther form. Her black hair is like a panther’s fur like velvet to the touch. Her skin is pale really for her hair and eyes, but when she shifts she is in her element. She becomes a large 250+ lbs Black Leopard, sleek and strong in her body she again moved with silence using the shadows as her friends. Her way of killing with precision and speed is why she is known as Swift Death Shadow Strike, she is the Silhouette in the night.
History: Born into your average family, normal American suburbia her family knew something was wrong with her when the family cat used to refuse to leave her company. As a young baby she would sometimes make cat like noises, mewing and meows and she appeared to be “talking” to the families house cat. Her family of course was far from normal her father was ex army intelligence her mother worked in the CIA bureau of investigation as a secretary. One day she heard something she shouldn’t have done and passed it on to her husband. Of course they paid the family a visit as they do, just a sit down to remind them why they must keep their mouth’s shut. That was when a very young Kyra screamed out crying, when her parents and the officers from the government entered her room her hands were paws and she had a pitch black tail from the base of her spine.
She had cut herself with her claws and was crying she sounded like a wounded animal, the men discreetly left the house while the family was busy and reported back. It was that night that the family was attack seemingly by thieves after money and the car. Her parents were murdered there throats slit in their sleep and young Kyra was drugged and taken away. To the papers it looked like a horrible double murder and kidnapping and of course a body of a child fitting her descriptions turned up in a gutter and the case was closed. Unknown to the people of America this young girl had been take deep into the government where she was fitted with a chip allowing the scientists control over the shifting child.
They discovered quite quickly that she could become a full leopard and thought animal control techniques they could use her. For who better an assassin then an animal. At first her kills were rough and animal like until as a leopard she learned to kill faster with less blood. The whole time her human mind was suppressed so she could not remember what these men had her doing, she believed she suffered from black outs and as she grew they became worse and worse. She was taught many languages and self defence and they were pleased when she could pick moves up in one session, believing they had the perfect assassin and spy for them. As far as Kyra know she had always been with these people, this was here her family had left her when she was born because of her mutation and she had no reason to question them.
On her 12th birthday she shifted for the first time consciously, suddenly her memory of all her previous shifting returned to her in a blur of image. She confronted the man who had “raised” her and he confirmed everything, told her she was special and that only she could do the job. The reason they hid what she was from her so she would not be upset about being different. He made her believe she was born for this and that she was doing the right thing. At first she believed them of course a young girl would, as she aged and learned more and more they started to worry and replaced the chip in her neck with one to cause her paralysis and pain should she disobey them.
Her first real solo job was when she turned 16, she did everything as she was taught but she could not understand why she had been sent to kill a man with a family and a loving wife. She refused and they used the chip on her sending her body into spasms on this mans floor, someone else came in and finished the job it was then she realised what had happened to her. What they had made her do as a child and what they had been encouraging her to do all her life. It was then she tired to fight back but the chip prevented her from disobeying them for long. She finally gave in and sank into the beast she held inside her, it was the only way she could do what she had been trained for.
When she was 22 the branch of the government she worked for was removed from the books nice way of saying half the heads where killed and the little people where moved around. with the shut down of the section she worked for she was released as no one truly realised what she was until she had walked out that door and vanished into a crowd of people. She had the chip surgically removed as soon as she felt fresh air on her cheek. I say surgically removed more like she popped her claws and dug into the back of her neck until she ripped it out. Up until then she knew if she had removed it they would have come after her but right now the take over was in progress and she could slip away, when they finally realised, she would be long gone and no longer their pawn.
Now 25 she avoids running into people as much as she can, she has a small house on the out skirts of the city. Any money she had from her time in the company she had moved to a secure bank so she could use it. So far she hasn’t managed to find anything she can do in the normal world, having heard of the x-men and the mutant registration she had become reluctant to disclose her presence just in case someone tires to re-capture her, she know if anyone tired it would be a blood bath and she didn’t know if she would regret it or not.
Sample: (21 Years old)
The wind whipped around the figure stood on the roof of the Victorian office block building. Her ice blue eyes shifted gently in the darkness as the light thrown off seem to cast her upper body in an eerie glow of blue ice. The blackness of her hair could not be seen against the star bright sky as she looked down towards the street over 100ft below her. Never one for having a problem with heights the woman watched the cars their bright lights illuminating the street below. The cold breeze didn’t seem to phase her as the wind whipped her hair over her face in a furry of strength. The silence up here was almost deafening a she turned her eyes towards the sky looking up praying maybe? No one could be sure, this statue of a woman then knelt down the up draft of cold air making her hair fly out around her face. Blinking slowly she flicked her hands.
As she did so her nails were replaced by razor sharp claws, hard as diamonds and sharp as obsidian. The light reflected off the shiny surface of the deadly weapons as she then tipped over the side of the building. It was only then she allowed the same claws to appear on her feet. They seemed to emerge from the strange black plimsoll like shoes she wore. Now in the light she could be seen if anyone cared to look, a black being on the side of a building. Her body was covered in what looked like a tight fitting body suit which seemed to reflect the light much like light off fur, if only they knew how close a description that was. Her claws dug effortlessly into the old sandstone which made up the edge of the building, she descended vertically down towards a window with a light shining out like a beacon in the night.
The woman moved with stealth and silence her body close to the building wall as she came to her entry point and looked in from the top of the window. There in was her target, the man was sat on a chair his back to the window his half balding head was reflecting the strong lights from the room as he shouted at someone on the phone. The woman listening in silence as he berated someone who must have been in his employ. This was a damn easy job for her, get in, kill, get out, simple, waiting until the man slammed the phone down and pulled out one of those nasty cigars. He seemed rather pleased with himself, apparently according to her people he had been intercepting top secret documents from company officials. And he needed to be dealt with quietly, this is where she came in.
As the man stood she sneered at the pile of papers on his desk marked “Top Secret” she found herself wondering why they did that? Surly people only took those ones, why not just keep them blank or better mark every damn file as “Top Secret” that would confuse people. The man moved to his side table and started to tinker with some brandy or whiskey perhaps on his side as the Silhouette pushed open his window and slipped inside her body sinking behind the large curtain. The man turned and frowned of course he would be sure the window had been close, hell they all were sure the window had been closed then they would believe they must have opened it themselves at some point. She almost felt the man shrug as he returned to his desk and started flipping through the folders.
Sometimes they were so dumb it astounded her that they managed to steal anything and keep it hidden for as long as some of these men did. Waiting until he was chucking to himself, she stretched her still clawed hands and pushed the curtain silently out of the way before moving towards him. He was deep in his thoughts of money he would get either using these Top Secret plans or blackmailing the country with them. As she moved forward the scent of the man made her stomach turn, some people just smelt nice some didn’t. Everyone smelt different she could identify most people by scent alone, he had the unmistakable scent of someone who had bowel cancer as was sure he was going to be able to sure himself with the money he was going to make. The smell of old cigars and alcohol stuck to him like a second skin as she moved in for the kill. Her hands wrapped around his neck her claws slicing across his throat as he made a gurgled cry which was silence by the on set of death. His blood pooled on his desk as she quickly pulled up the papers and stuffed them into the inside of her suit. Snorting at the sweet copper scent of fresh blood she could not, would not touch it.
Making sure she hadn’t left any files she moved over to the safe putting her ear against it as she clicked the pins into place. Opening the door she raised a delicate eyebrow at the amount of money alone this man kept on hand, she pulled out some more papers and they joined the others inside her suit. Closing the safe door she was about to head towards the exit, the way she had come in when a man about 6ft tall build like a body guard walked in his head down he was speaking like he was reading off from the paper in his hand. His voice was silenced as he looked up and saw his bosses head lying in his own blood on the desk. Then his eyes found Silhouette, with his few years of training he clumsily pulled out his gun and started to fire missing her by a mile but a gun is a gun.
Using the wall behind her she pushed off the wall with her legs and launched herself at the man. She shifted as she did so, the sight would have been one to behold had anyone been bothering to watch as she flew through the air her body contorted and changed as her face elongated slightly and sprouted fur. Her black suit changed into glistening black fur, her hands cracked and re shaped into padded feet. The tail always hurt the most as it exploded from the base of her spine. The man’s face was sheer terror as she landed on him hard now in the form of a 250+ lbs Black Leopard. The man hit the floor and his gun was flung from his hand as his head hit the floor with a dull thud.
The Leopard leaned it’s muzzle down a growl emanating from it’s large chest as it sniffed the man. He had hit his head pretty hard but he was alive, she had honour he had not been who she was sent to kill. With a growl of annoyance from the Leopard she jumped off the man and padded in total silence to the window. The change from Panther to female was fluid like her body was water almost. One second she was on all fours the next she was human. Swinging her body up, she exited through the window her claws getting grip on the sandstone before she moved back up to the roof. Her hands ached from the strain of using her claws for climbing as she knelt down now back onto of the building. Kneeling down she grabbed her pack from a darkened corner and removed the papers from inside her suit. Stuffing them into the bag she shoved it onto her shoulders and headed over to the fire escape.
It took her mere minutes to decent using her claws like grapplers as she skirted down the metal stairs to the alley beneath. Once there she shock her hands the claws vanishing into her hands as if ever there, and some times she wish they never had been. Shrugging her backpack higher on her back she exited the alleyway and made her way down the street, this was New York no one noticed someone dressed in tight black outfit here. Making her way down the street she stopped at a random payphone and dialled a number. She didn’t need to insert money, the line rang twice then went dead, or so it appeared she waited 30 seconds and spoke.
“Silhouette, done… usual place… don’t be late this time…” hanging up the phone she pushed her hands into her suit and headed off down the street. Soon she wouldn’t have to do this again. Soon they would let her go, yeah she had to keep believing that because if she didn’t she was likely to lose her mind. Lifting a hand she gave a sigh as she rubbed the back of her neck, the slight bump under her skin caused a growl to rise from her human throat. Yes one day she would break free…
Name: Kyraline Shaw
Code Name: Silhouette
Age: 25
Affiliation: Unaffiliated, possibly join the x-men
Mutant Characteristics:
Mutation: Kyra has the ability to alter her human form and shift into that of a Black Leopard at will. At first the process was quite painful but as she got used to it the change became for fluid and faster now it happens as if moving from one room to another. She can while in human form utilize her panther senses, hearing, smell and sight to aid her when in the dark or when she is hunting her target. She had the ability to change particular parts of her body, her nails can become claws while she remains human and she uses them to scale buildings with ease. Her panther reflexes serve her well in human form as well as in panther form allowing her grace and strength when she fights. She is a, experience fighter with the ability to learn other peoples fighting style from watching them, she could watch someone fight another then use those moves as if she herself had learnt them.
She must however watch them fight, like on TV or a video all she needs do is watch the fighting techniques of her the other person and she can defend from that attack or attack the same way. Her panther sense give her an ability to read direction of an attack if she had her back to her attacker, very much like whiskers on a house cat allows them to feel wind direction. When she shifts her clothes do not generally shift with her unless she is wearing special clothing which is threaded with her own fur, this allows the clothing to sink into her flesh when she shifts, thus becoming part of her. As with all large cats she has amazing grace and balance, she has power hidden behind a sleek body, her black fur allows her to blend into the shadows almost flawlessly.
Manifestations: none
Class: 3
The Character
Personality: Silhouette is very quite she won’t speak unless she has to, she prefers to watch, to observe people and how they act. She always appears to be alert which in truth she is, her senses are always working over time keeping an ear out for any noise which could be danger and any smell which could bring danger to her. when she does speak it is always direct and to the point, she sees no point in beating around the bush. She isn’t a cold person but this is how she had taught herself to be since the death of her family.
As a panther spirit in truth she is fiercely loyal to those she has found respect for, if anyone is honourable enough to earn the respect of her she will be less likely to turn on them. If she ever considered someone a friend they would be the most protected person in the world but you would not want to get on her bad side. She had a temper like her panther quick to act and lash out she works hard at keeping herself calm another reason why she does not speak much. Anti-mutant feeling is something which does rub her fur the wrong way, she tends to growl at them when she passes. Most humans get a shiver down their spine like a hunter is close and they are the next prey.
When in panther form she is actually rather pleasant and is more the happy for a scratch behind the ears as long as she knows you are not out to harm her. Playful as a kitten at times she again protects those she cares about. But her temper again in this form is worse then in human form. She does not need to hunt and eat fresh meat as long as in her human form she makes sure she is eating a lot of food, so it looks like she is always stuffing her face when really she is keeping her panther from ripping up next doors poodle.
Physical Description:
Hair: Black hair, long down around her shoulders
Eye Color: Azure blue in human for and ice blue in panther form.
Height: 6ft
Kyra generally is found wearing anything dark as she keeps out of the main eye of anyone around. She dresses in light fitting black trousers and top so she can remove them she shift her form. She does own a special set of clothing which has her panther fur sown through it so it shifts along with her body but she only wears this when she is actually working, allowing for quick changes. She always very much like the cat she is, quite and silent she makes no noise as she moves which generally scares people. In humans for she is tall and thin, hidden power in her lanky form, but she always appears very relaxed, yet like a cat she can strike from a relaxed state.
Her azure blue eyes tend to shift along with her moods, they go from her usual blue to ice blue when she is in panther form. Her black hair is like a panther’s fur like velvet to the touch. Her skin is pale really for her hair and eyes, but when she shifts she is in her element. She becomes a large 250+ lbs Black Leopard, sleek and strong in her body she again moved with silence using the shadows as her friends. Her way of killing with precision and speed is why she is known as Swift Death Shadow Strike, she is the Silhouette in the night.
History: Born into your average family, normal American suburbia her family knew something was wrong with her when the family cat used to refuse to leave her company. As a young baby she would sometimes make cat like noises, mewing and meows and she appeared to be “talking” to the families house cat. Her family of course was far from normal her father was ex army intelligence her mother worked in the CIA bureau of investigation as a secretary. One day she heard something she shouldn’t have done and passed it on to her husband. Of course they paid the family a visit as they do, just a sit down to remind them why they must keep their mouth’s shut. That was when a very young Kyra screamed out crying, when her parents and the officers from the government entered her room her hands were paws and she had a pitch black tail from the base of her spine.
She had cut herself with her claws and was crying she sounded like a wounded animal, the men discreetly left the house while the family was busy and reported back. It was that night that the family was attack seemingly by thieves after money and the car. Her parents were murdered there throats slit in their sleep and young Kyra was drugged and taken away. To the papers it looked like a horrible double murder and kidnapping and of course a body of a child fitting her descriptions turned up in a gutter and the case was closed. Unknown to the people of America this young girl had been take deep into the government where she was fitted with a chip allowing the scientists control over the shifting child.
They discovered quite quickly that she could become a full leopard and thought animal control techniques they could use her. For who better an assassin then an animal. At first her kills were rough and animal like until as a leopard she learned to kill faster with less blood. The whole time her human mind was suppressed so she could not remember what these men had her doing, she believed she suffered from black outs and as she grew they became worse and worse. She was taught many languages and self defence and they were pleased when she could pick moves up in one session, believing they had the perfect assassin and spy for them. As far as Kyra know she had always been with these people, this was here her family had left her when she was born because of her mutation and she had no reason to question them.
On her 12th birthday she shifted for the first time consciously, suddenly her memory of all her previous shifting returned to her in a blur of image. She confronted the man who had “raised” her and he confirmed everything, told her she was special and that only she could do the job. The reason they hid what she was from her so she would not be upset about being different. He made her believe she was born for this and that she was doing the right thing. At first she believed them of course a young girl would, as she aged and learned more and more they started to worry and replaced the chip in her neck with one to cause her paralysis and pain should she disobey them.
Her first real solo job was when she turned 16, she did everything as she was taught but she could not understand why she had been sent to kill a man with a family and a loving wife. She refused and they used the chip on her sending her body into spasms on this mans floor, someone else came in and finished the job it was then she realised what had happened to her. What they had made her do as a child and what they had been encouraging her to do all her life. It was then she tired to fight back but the chip prevented her from disobeying them for long. She finally gave in and sank into the beast she held inside her, it was the only way she could do what she had been trained for.
When she was 22 the branch of the government she worked for was removed from the books nice way of saying half the heads where killed and the little people where moved around. with the shut down of the section she worked for she was released as no one truly realised what she was until she had walked out that door and vanished into a crowd of people. She had the chip surgically removed as soon as she felt fresh air on her cheek. I say surgically removed more like she popped her claws and dug into the back of her neck until she ripped it out. Up until then she knew if she had removed it they would have come after her but right now the take over was in progress and she could slip away, when they finally realised, she would be long gone and no longer their pawn.
Now 25 she avoids running into people as much as she can, she has a small house on the out skirts of the city. Any money she had from her time in the company she had moved to a secure bank so she could use it. So far she hasn’t managed to find anything she can do in the normal world, having heard of the x-men and the mutant registration she had become reluctant to disclose her presence just in case someone tires to re-capture her, she know if anyone tired it would be a blood bath and she didn’t know if she would regret it or not.
Sample: (21 Years old)
The wind whipped around the figure stood on the roof of the Victorian office block building. Her ice blue eyes shifted gently in the darkness as the light thrown off seem to cast her upper body in an eerie glow of blue ice. The blackness of her hair could not be seen against the star bright sky as she looked down towards the street over 100ft below her. Never one for having a problem with heights the woman watched the cars their bright lights illuminating the street below. The cold breeze didn’t seem to phase her as the wind whipped her hair over her face in a furry of strength. The silence up here was almost deafening a she turned her eyes towards the sky looking up praying maybe? No one could be sure, this statue of a woman then knelt down the up draft of cold air making her hair fly out around her face. Blinking slowly she flicked her hands.
As she did so her nails were replaced by razor sharp claws, hard as diamonds and sharp as obsidian. The light reflected off the shiny surface of the deadly weapons as she then tipped over the side of the building. It was only then she allowed the same claws to appear on her feet. They seemed to emerge from the strange black plimsoll like shoes she wore. Now in the light she could be seen if anyone cared to look, a black being on the side of a building. Her body was covered in what looked like a tight fitting body suit which seemed to reflect the light much like light off fur, if only they knew how close a description that was. Her claws dug effortlessly into the old sandstone which made up the edge of the building, she descended vertically down towards a window with a light shining out like a beacon in the night.
The woman moved with stealth and silence her body close to the building wall as she came to her entry point and looked in from the top of the window. There in was her target, the man was sat on a chair his back to the window his half balding head was reflecting the strong lights from the room as he shouted at someone on the phone. The woman listening in silence as he berated someone who must have been in his employ. This was a damn easy job for her, get in, kill, get out, simple, waiting until the man slammed the phone down and pulled out one of those nasty cigars. He seemed rather pleased with himself, apparently according to her people he had been intercepting top secret documents from company officials. And he needed to be dealt with quietly, this is where she came in.
As the man stood she sneered at the pile of papers on his desk marked “Top Secret” she found herself wondering why they did that? Surly people only took those ones, why not just keep them blank or better mark every damn file as “Top Secret” that would confuse people. The man moved to his side table and started to tinker with some brandy or whiskey perhaps on his side as the Silhouette pushed open his window and slipped inside her body sinking behind the large curtain. The man turned and frowned of course he would be sure the window had been close, hell they all were sure the window had been closed then they would believe they must have opened it themselves at some point. She almost felt the man shrug as he returned to his desk and started flipping through the folders.
Sometimes they were so dumb it astounded her that they managed to steal anything and keep it hidden for as long as some of these men did. Waiting until he was chucking to himself, she stretched her still clawed hands and pushed the curtain silently out of the way before moving towards him. He was deep in his thoughts of money he would get either using these Top Secret plans or blackmailing the country with them. As she moved forward the scent of the man made her stomach turn, some people just smelt nice some didn’t. Everyone smelt different she could identify most people by scent alone, he had the unmistakable scent of someone who had bowel cancer as was sure he was going to be able to sure himself with the money he was going to make. The smell of old cigars and alcohol stuck to him like a second skin as she moved in for the kill. Her hands wrapped around his neck her claws slicing across his throat as he made a gurgled cry which was silence by the on set of death. His blood pooled on his desk as she quickly pulled up the papers and stuffed them into the inside of her suit. Snorting at the sweet copper scent of fresh blood she could not, would not touch it.
Making sure she hadn’t left any files she moved over to the safe putting her ear against it as she clicked the pins into place. Opening the door she raised a delicate eyebrow at the amount of money alone this man kept on hand, she pulled out some more papers and they joined the others inside her suit. Closing the safe door she was about to head towards the exit, the way she had come in when a man about 6ft tall build like a body guard walked in his head down he was speaking like he was reading off from the paper in his hand. His voice was silenced as he looked up and saw his bosses head lying in his own blood on the desk. Then his eyes found Silhouette, with his few years of training he clumsily pulled out his gun and started to fire missing her by a mile but a gun is a gun.
Using the wall behind her she pushed off the wall with her legs and launched herself at the man. She shifted as she did so, the sight would have been one to behold had anyone been bothering to watch as she flew through the air her body contorted and changed as her face elongated slightly and sprouted fur. Her black suit changed into glistening black fur, her hands cracked and re shaped into padded feet. The tail always hurt the most as it exploded from the base of her spine. The man’s face was sheer terror as she landed on him hard now in the form of a 250+ lbs Black Leopard. The man hit the floor and his gun was flung from his hand as his head hit the floor with a dull thud.
The Leopard leaned it’s muzzle down a growl emanating from it’s large chest as it sniffed the man. He had hit his head pretty hard but he was alive, she had honour he had not been who she was sent to kill. With a growl of annoyance from the Leopard she jumped off the man and padded in total silence to the window. The change from Panther to female was fluid like her body was water almost. One second she was on all fours the next she was human. Swinging her body up, she exited through the window her claws getting grip on the sandstone before she moved back up to the roof. Her hands ached from the strain of using her claws for climbing as she knelt down now back onto of the building. Kneeling down she grabbed her pack from a darkened corner and removed the papers from inside her suit. Stuffing them into the bag she shoved it onto her shoulders and headed over to the fire escape.
It took her mere minutes to decent using her claws like grapplers as she skirted down the metal stairs to the alley beneath. Once there she shock her hands the claws vanishing into her hands as if ever there, and some times she wish they never had been. Shrugging her backpack higher on her back she exited the alleyway and made her way down the street, this was New York no one noticed someone dressed in tight black outfit here. Making her way down the street she stopped at a random payphone and dialled a number. She didn’t need to insert money, the line rang twice then went dead, or so it appeared she waited 30 seconds and spoke.
“Silhouette, done… usual place… don’t be late this time…” hanging up the phone she pushed her hands into her suit and headed off down the street. Soon she wouldn’t have to do this again. Soon they would let her go, yeah she had to keep believing that because if she didn’t she was likely to lose her mind. Lifting a hand she gave a sigh as she rubbed the back of her neck, the slight bump under her skin caused a growl to rise from her human throat. Yes one day she would break free…