Alias: Ninjai, Evening
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Physical: Dark clothes, arms bound with dark gray strips of cloth as are her ankles. Somewhat loose sleeves though tighter around the legs. Her hair is in a long braid.
Hair: Raven black
Eyes: Black/blue
Height: 5 ft.
Build: Thin, wiry, petite
Unique characteristics: A curving scar across her back [it's hidden by her clothes]
Personality: Quiet, yet her eyes speak as loudly as words. Ninjai lives for the thrills, yet knows just where the limits are set, yhough she often breaks them.
She is always in a good mood, though her dark career in crime [or at least, supposedly in crime] and her dark attire would seem to say otherwise. She is always ready to fight, yet will not fight unless she knows what she's getting into.
Skills/superpowers: Ninjai's skills are exceptional. Her trainer urges her to practice every spare moment and she does so. [She does not live anywhere near her trainer] But she does have superpowers. She can sense things a moment before they happen; giving her unnatural abilities in her fighting techniques. Her other powers are too underdeveloped to be recognized, and are therefore unknown.
Short History: Cat [as she was called] lived with her uncle in Hong Kong. Her first language was English, second Chinese. Her uncle sent her to the States to get a career in movie making. Since she was new, they refused to give her any large rolls. She took to being a stunt double, and soon found the thrills irresistible.
Her trainer found her there, and taught her a new style he was developing. She took to it with ease, since she already knew most of the martial arts.
Cat was making thousands of dollars, then tens of thousands, yet she wasn't satisfied. Her trainer sent her out to find and fight the greatest fighters she could find.
Past Story:
"CUT!" The director yelled, throwing down his clipboard. "Jenny! This is the last straw! YOU RUINED THIS SCENE!"
The young stunt double burst into tears and someone from behind-stage sighed.
"You couldn't make one movie without me, eh, Leanrado?" Cat said, stepping out of the shadows.
Her black leather pants looked slick next to her black polyester shirt. Her leather jacket hung over one shoulder.
"Cat!" Leanrado cried out in relief, "Your agent said you wouldn't be back for a week!"
Cat raised her eyebrow, giving a 'tsk'. "He greatly underestimates me then."
She tossed her jacket into the stunt double's seat and turned to Jenny.
"You ok, kid?" she asked cooly.
"KID?!" Jenny answered, her emotions out of control, "I'm seventeen and you're only twelve, you little brat!"
Cat shrugged her shoulders, "If that's the way you want it. Get off my stage."
Jenny raised her hand to swipe her fingernails across Cat's face when Leanrado grabbed her wrist.
"You harm her, and I'll see you never work in showbiz again, young lady!"
Jenny let her hand fall to her side as he let go, then she turned and ran from the stage.
Cat shook her head, "Oh, well. She had some real talent there. To bad she's such a ditz." She looked up at Leanrado. "I'll shoot for three weeks then I gotta run. There's a new prospect in Renaldor City I need to look into."
The director looked confused, "There aren't any major sets there."
She smiled, "No, but a ton of thrills," Cat turned toward the door and smiled, "just waiting to be challenged!"