Name: Catherine "Cat" Age: 15 (tells everyone she�s 19) Race: Human (delusions of being feline) Eye Color: Burgundy Hair: Chocolate brown worn in a chin-length bob Height: 5' (5�4� if you count the ears) Weight: 90 Birthdate: June 1 Birthplace: Cosmo Canyon Blood-type: A Job: Thief Weapon: toys: nickelodeon, tops, balls, slingshot, cherry bombs etc. Ultimate Weapon: Cat�s Cradle � A sparkly pink and white gymnast�s ribbon of indeterminable length, usually employed to snatch weapons, trip, bind or simply piss off and distract her enemies long enough for Cat to rob them blind and escape. Armor: Minerva band nulls fire, ice, gravity and holy Accessories: Hypnocrown Increases success rate of Manipulate Sneak Glove Increases success rate of Steal/Mug Materia: Seal (sleep/silence), Steal/Mug (lvl. 2) linked to All (mastered/5), Manipulate, Mime, Exit (escape), W-Magic Pet: Somewhere along her great exodus from the canyon, two black cat�s crossed paths and Cat stumbled upon an orphaned pantheru cub. Sadly, for the rest of the world, the two hit it off right away and Mr. Kitty, as he was named, has been protecting her ever since. Appearance: Petite and lightly built, Cat may possess charms more fitting on an older woman but she�s quite capable of managing them to appear younger or older as needed, whatever is going to let her come out on top in a given situation with someone else�s Gil filling her pocket. Further since she�s never without her beloved backpack, she usually has a variety of costumes at hand but when she�s not sneaking about as an old woman, a boy or a Wutainese tourist, Cat dressed like a Junon schoolgirl in a navy pleated skirt and white sailor blouse trimmed with a red tie. While the school uniform usually has people overlooking her as nothing more than a teen on vacation, a role Cat�s had years to perfect, it�s the ornamentation of her dark hair and her other accessories that tend to make her stand out. Due to the circumstances of her upbringing, she will rarely willingly remove the faux fuzzy tail or the cat-ear hairclips or her lucky pack. The ears and tails are odd enough but her beloved backpack, which contains a shocking (and sometimes explosive) variety of toys, her loot, costumes and room for her pet, is a garishly girly concoction of hot pink suede strewn with fuzzy, sequined mogs and tassels of pink satin ribbon. To get around its all too recognizable appearance while on one of her...adventures�cat�s found it useful to carry around a roll of plain brown suede to pin to its exterior for camouflage. Background: Cat�s parents were, to put it nicely, not the sort who should raise puppies, much less children or well.. a Cat. Well meaning naturalists, aka hippies, dwelling in Cosmo Canyon, the two were largely oblivious to the arrival of their daughter and even moreso in actual matters of rearing their rambunctious offspring. So Catherine, or Kitty as they called her, was left to run amuck within the settlement while her parents focused on important matters such as learning constellations, hugging rocks and concocting mind-expanding potions and home remedies for travelers visiting the settlement. Small for her age, with an independent streak that made her a bit of a loner by nature, Kitty accepted her odd family life as normal and just turned to her imagination for company and entertainment when none was forthcoming from her parents or the older children. Left out of their play for being too, well..Kitty...she invented friends from any and everything around her: rocks, toys, furniture, you name it and she probably had a cousin or friend made from it. Especially the pets of the settlement and the wildlife found beyond it. Instead of feeling neglected or like an outcast, Cat's early childhood was spent romping through the settlement, happily exploring its caverns and passages, and then as she grew, the gullies and heights beyond it. All the while pretending she was a graceful, powerful beast (like Nanaki) which caused no little confusion to the animals she encountered or the people she terrorized with her random but infamous pounce-and-maul brand of affection. It was a game she never tired of and as she grew, the rambunctious behavior, to say nothing of her innocent habit of picking up and pocketing whatever caught her attention, only served to put something of a wedge between herself and the other families. The other parents felt she was a bad influence and their children echoed their attitudes to the point that by her preteen years she was still largely ignored or outright shunned. Kitty never really noticed and life proceeded as normal, save that she became more and more adept at stealth attacks and getting past locked doors. Or up canyon walls that her �victims� had mistaken as places of safety. Oddly enough, all the chaos started from a rather thoughtful birthday present. Back on her eight birthday her parents, though they earned the communities� judgment of having sampled too many of their own wares for the reckless act, bartered an animatronic tail and ears and a backpack of theater costumes from a traveler journeying from the Gold Saucer. And that, as they say, was that. Overnight Cosmo Canyon went from a peaceful refuge for those yearning to be closer to nature to a battle zone where nothing was safe from Kitty�s pilfering and no one dared walk alone for fear of being pounced and horrifically snuggled (and bothered) for hours at a time. When her parents held a very public romantic interlude with a boulder two years later after brewing a particularly powerful batch of �tonic,� leaving their daughter to her own devices for a few days too many, Kitty was all but delivered to the Elder in chains by the desperate citizens of Cosmo Canyon. She stayed, more or less, in his care for a year or three before wandering off with a pocketful of materia and large sack of Gil the settlement had �donated� to the Kitty-wants-to-travel fund. Now grown, at the ripe old age of 16, with the adult handle �Cat� to prove it, Cat is the self-proclaimed greatest thief to ever unleash her fury upon the world. Limit Skills: I: Heeeere Kitty Kitty: Calls Mr. Kitty...and any other nearby felines...to attack in her stead. Topsy-Turvy: Using her Cat�s Cradle, Cat binds her opponents and turns them into very unwilling tops, sending the twirling about�often straight into rather solid objects such as brick walls or trees...or off any convenient cliffs. II: Purr-fection: This hasn't been tested much since Cat dislikes being close enough to her opponents to utilize this skill...but in essence, she makes them think she's just too gosh-golly darn cute to attack. Catch!!: Cat throws something from her pack at an opponent...and oddly enough it usually winds up to be something explosive... III: I'm cute when I...: Cat yells reeeeeeeeeeally loud, hitting a truly impressive range of vocalizations. Particularly when she �Squees�... 
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