POWER DESCRIPTIONS

Cat's abilities go rather hand in hand. She can generate any known poison if she has done sufficient research on its chemical makeup. In a sense the poison generation comes from the chemical manipulation, as the latter came first and enabled the former. Cat has to be very close to the chemicals she's manipulating; not quite touching but close enough to touch for sure. If she doesn't know how it works she can't do much with it and she can't directly manipulate chemicals inside of a living being. To poison or drug someone she has to introduce the chemical to them in some way but can't waltz up and change someone's brain chemistry or blood pH or anything. She is relatively resistant to poisons, especially simple ones and ones she has done a lot of work with so it would be very hard to straight up kill her with poison. She isn't completely immune though, and thus has to be careful with her chemical playthings as it very well could backfire and make her life miserable for a while.

APPEARANCE

Catrice A. Strickland.  A snooty rich, white girl sort of name does in fact belong to a rich, white girl.  She stands about 5'7" but at sixteen, she hasn't reached her full height yet. Leanly built, she doesn't have an abundance of muscle but what she does have on on the wire and whipcord side; gliding smoothly under creamy skin that is prone to burning horribly in the sun. 

Cat certainly seems to like bright colors.  Her eyes are such a vivid green that people often assume her to be wearing colored contacts but truly, it's just natural.  While her hair is naturally blonde, she dyes it the most eye-searing, acid green money can buy and keeps her roots touched up quite meticulously.  Even her eyebrows get the greentreatment, and she has bright green mascara for days when she really wants to be an eyesore.  

She keeps her nails over half an inch long and sharpened to stiletto points which she often decorates with bright, loud, aggressively eye-catching nail art. Her clothes, too, tend to be rather loud; green, orange, pink, red, and black are the most common colors. In spite of the rather too-pigmented colors, Cat still manages to look fashionable in a blinding sort of way. Her taste in colors might be questionable but her taste in fashion is impeccable.

PERSONALITY

Clever, calculating, and meticulous, Catrice is the sort of young woman who gets shit done.  She lets nothing and no one stand in her way to the point of obsession. In her mind, no one is better than her and no one can beat her.  Others may be prettier than her, more intelligent than her, more resourceful than her; but there is no one on the planet who combines all her best qualities quite as efficiently as her. She'll be the first person to admit to her narcissistic streak, but she'll have you know her pride is well deserved.

Even at the best of times, Cat tends to be mercurial.  Her moods and whims are about as reliable as a weather prediction six months in advance.  In general, though, her emotions tend to run high but shallow.  Reactive and impulsive as she may be, it takes a certain amount of trying to get and stay on her actual bad side.  Once there, there is only one way off: death.

BIOGRAPHY

Miranda and Isaac Strickland, successful and wealthy lawyers in New York, had no time for a child. They had a high profile law firm of their own and no shortage of cases. If they weren't partners in business as well as spouses they would rarely have time with one another. This did not stop them from trying for, and eventually conceiving, a child. And thus, Catrice Annette Strickland was born one rainy April day with bright green eyes, blond wisps of hair, and entirely too much energy from her first indignant squall. Exhausted from a difficult pregnancy and long labor, Miranda was sure it was only going to get easier. Her husband would help, and besides, nannies and babysitters were going to do most of the child care. How hard could it be? She just had to provide for the child's needs and be a maternal figure.

The girl was a menace. How many babysitters had she driven off now? Isaac had no patience for a recalcitrant, energetic child who could not, or would not, behave herself. Miranda had no inclination to be any more hands on with a child who was more inclined to leave a rotten egg in her shoe then give her a hug. Catrice, for her part, had no use for parents who only saw her as a pretty little doll to trot out on the holidays to be cooed over by law partners and business execs. Once, she had wanted to please her parents, make them proud of her. Even by the age of ten, though, she had figured out there was nothing at all to be gained that way. She would be just as miserable and they wouldn't give a hoot.

It started with a dye job and ended with a death. Halfway through eighth grade Catrice came home sporting a new haircut and acid green locks. Isaac was apoplectic, especially when the headmaster of her prodigious school forbade her to attend with unnaturally colored hair. Cat was summarily grounded. A month later her parents narrowly escaped death by toxic fumes filling their room as they slept. They couldn’t press charges against their own daughter (think of their reputations!) but nor could they live with her, that much was certain.

They searched for a boarding school that would take this monster child far, far away from them.  In the mean time, they kept her under house arrest as best they could. Grant it, neither wanted to be on child duty but they didn't trust her not to do more damage unsupervised than they could keep under wraps.  So at the age of thirteen Cat found herself with a glorified babysitter. She was not pleased.

The Stricklands had never heard of Aurora Academy before and were initially unsure about sending their progeny to untested waters. But after three sitters had failed to return and the fourth had been rushed to the hospital with what seemed to be some rare spider bite, they were unwilling to have Cat under their roof any longer; especially considering how poor both their health had been lately. It had to the the stress, right?  It must have been, they reasoned.  Once Catrice had been shipped off to the distant school, both Isaac and Miranda made slow but steady recovery until they felt almost as good as new.  She could not be allowed to return. Although they might never admit to it, they lived in moral terror of their only child.  

For her part, Cat was happy to be out from under their heel.  It had taken them longer than she had hoped to learn that she was not their little baby doll, but the lesson had finally sunk in.  This new school suited her just fine.

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