Character Sheet
Name:Catherine Williams
Age: 24
Appearance:
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Personality:Cheerful, light hearted, and polite, she is friendly and easygoing, often frequenting a maid cafe after long hours working as one of the attendants at a cosplay bar-cum-karaoke place. Her friends often mention her moods and expression only ranges from happy to ecstatic, and a light smile to a grin. In short, there seems to be nothing that fazes her. She likes cosplaying as well, sometimes dressing up as any favourite character of hers and role playing as that character for a day. She does dislike people who are pushy however, and especially loud people who says hanky instead of handkerchief. 

Magical powers/ Physical Abilities: Energy Magic. All of them.

Flaws:She hasn't honed her body at all, so she isn't especially fast or strong like those who trained their body to the limit. Her repertoire of magic consists of only one school, namely Energy.

Side: Neutral. It doesn't matter as long as she had something to gain.

Bio: She was raised from an orphanage, before being adopted by a bumbling old lady. Catherine has this lingering suspicion the old woman, Reana Williams, was just adopting her for conveniences sake however, regardless of how many times the old woman denied it. Nevertheless the old woman provided for her, and she was grateful for that. Being taught Magic was a bonus, even if all she was taught was of the Energy school.

By the time she hit school, she was already hitting on creative uses of her skills, such as discreetly lowering the gravity during her physical exam, diffracting light to become invisible while sneaking out of school, and making someone's drinks cold. Which fond of practical pranks, she never went further than slight annoyance and surprises, though her friend was royally pissed when her long awaited Luwak coffee went tepid in just a few seconds. She had never went further even if she felt she could do more, because she respected the rules of the school.

Then comes graduation. She was approached by a man wearing the most stereotypical gangsterish outfit ever, complete with fedora and Italian accent. It was so ludicrous, people actually thought he was cosplaying. But he made an offer she could not refuse. A line of work where she would not need to limit her own magic, where she could expand as much as she was able. All she needed to do was take the contracts and decide how to fulfill it her own way, no need for the coverup as long as she was discreet about it. He gave her directions to a cosplay bar, and told her to apply for work there and tell them the Jack sent her.

With that Catherine started working in the cafe, feeling rather guilty about it all. Just as she thought it was all just a gimmick a request came in, in the form of a pink scented letter stuffed into her uniform the next morning of her shift. A few of the other maids and cosplayers there gave her meaningful looks and sly grins as she passed them, feeling as if she was in a dream. How many were there? Who were this people? Ultimately, as she stood over the bloody corpse of the person whose name, picture and location was inside the letter, she decided none of that was important.

It pays, and it allowed her to use her magic however she wished.