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Mikaela  Kaitlyn  "Kat"  O'Shane

Chainsmoker. Alcoholic. Trigger happy. Feral. Catholic.

D-chan   [[o2b2insane]]

kat_has_claws

vigilante gunslinger

Irish Mob

Appearance:

Petite and childlike, never appear to be a threat at first glance. Keep that savage wildness hidden under layers.

Feral growls and velvety purrs. Sharp nails once used as claws. Rabid smiles with pointed canines and a fierce gaze from mismatched eyes lined in dark eyeliner. Pale skin littered with scars and sickly blue-black bruises. Straight black hair cut off at chin-length always tangled and tousled. All wrapped up in outfits of mismatched colors and patterns or old-fashioned dresses.  

Deceptively human. Purely animalistic. Dangerously Catholic.

Background: 

Teh nuns said I was a precious gift from God. Teh Father said I was demon spawn cast-out of Hell. I'm not sure who ta believe just yet. Maybe I'll just ask m' Father in Heaven what teh facts truly are. Maybe. Maybe not.

I dun know if m' real name is Mikaela or not. In fact I pretty sure it's just some name Sister Mary Margaret thought up for m' baptism... Not that I care, it's just a name.

I dun know when m' birthday is either but teh nuns always celebrated it on May 15th. They said it was teh day God delivered me into their care not but twenty ye'rs ago. Hmmm... Coincidently, teh Father said it was fitting since it was also teh feast day of St. Dymphna, protector against insanity and possessed poeple. Teh Father always did 'ave a strange sense of humor.

I've known two things in m' life. Teh first bein’: Teh savage truth that be survival of teh strongest and the fittest. Spending your whole childhood runnin' around like a wild animal tends ta jade one's outlook on life a wee bit. And, the second: God is m' true Father. Growing up under teh tutelage and guidance of nuns who are "married" ta God tends ta rub on a child's familial views.

On m' "eighteenth" birthday teh nuns packed up m' stuff, gave me a small coin purse and sent me off into teh world ta find m' "calling" from teh Lord. I've traveled all around teh world since, picking up various jobs, handy phrases in different languages and different trades as I went from country ta country. It wasn't long until I hopped over ta teh Big Apple of teh United States and it was there that I fell in love wif a certain way of life. I should thank those nuns teh next time I visit 'em.

In New York City, I met teh Callaghan twins, Fallon an' Dillon. They introduced me ta a way of life focused on passing God's judgement on those who sin and punishing teh wicked.

It wasn't long after that that I held m' first gun. A .10mm semiautomatic Glock 20 wif a 15-bullet box-magazine. It was m' other half, m' baby dearest, and it hasn't left m' side since.

After staying in New York for a few months, I took off again. Only this time I made a point of settling God's restitution wif all those who were incurably wicked as well as making sure ta keep in-touch wif Fallon no matter where I went.

Now it's off ta Hong Kong. I got a note from Fallon saying he be wanting me ta meet up wif him there fer somethin' big. So offs I go... down teh yellow brick road.

Activities: 

I'm a bar-hopping prodigy wif an ever present pack of menthol cigarettes and a butane lighter shaped like a grenade. If ya be wanting ta find me, hopefully ya know m' number ta send me a page. If not, I'll give ya two rough sketches of where I'd be.

Try teh roofs of tall buildings or teh highest branches of towering trees in teh local parks. Maybe I'll be sleeping like a cat in a patch of sunlight strewn along a rail or tree limb or possibly teh rafters of a local church.

Then again, I might just be drop dead drunk at a local bar waiting fer teh opportunity ta bust out m' baby into some sleaze’s face because he wanted ta be wise ass cracking some insulting slur in m' general direction.

Maybe ya'll find me. Maybe ya'll just waste a day scouring Hong Kong for nuthin'. Oh well, not m' problem.

Ideals/Motives: 

Now, there be a few things that ya be needin' ta know about me if we're to be gettin' along t'gether.

First off, I dun appreciate it when people take teh Lord's name in vain. It kinda riles me up a bit and gets m' blood boiling.

Secondly, I'm Irish. I love ta fact that I'm Irish an' I love m' homeland. Any slurs reach m' ears that insult my heritage or m' home an' I'll have to let ya meet m' precious baby or m' fist.

Finally, if ya be a terrible sinner wif no chance of redemption or I gets a hint that ya been doin' harm ta innocents, well I'll just have ta give ya a taste of divine judgment and retribution.

Attitude:

"I live and love in God's peculiar light."
- Michelangelo

"Sometimes when I pray, it feels like God is all around me - so close, that when I'm done, I almost hate to say amen. Saying amen - in a way, that's almost like ending a call...like hanging up, you know? It feels like God just evaporates out of the room. So that made me think...wouldn't it be great if we could leave a prayer off the hook? Just leave it off the hook forever. Then whenever we stopped to listen, God would be right there breathing."
- Laura Peyton Roberts