**Name:** Cat (She never says her real name)
**Age: **19
**Race:** None-human
**Abilities:**
_Speed:_
Cat can move and react at about 3 or 4 times the speed of a normal human being, and jump great lengths. This gives her a grace and acrobatic style that makes her dodge and flank many opponents with ease. It is the sole reason for her survival: Running away and dodging. Her body too can heal fast. Wounds that would take days, only takes hours. Injuries that takes months, only takes days. Even if the scars still show like that of a "normal" person.
_Momentum:_
When Cat builds up speed she charges her “Momentum power”, a power that makes her able to do a single powerful move. Whether it is punching through a brick wall or leaping 20 meters, she can do it. Afterwards, though, she pauses for a second and has to regain her speed all over (She might also have a problem, if she leaps 20 meters strait up into the air, as she might not be able to survive the fall).
**Weapon of choice:** Two short blades she has decorated with Chinese writing. “Strength”, “Faith” and “Survival” are just some out of many words.
**Personality: **sharp-witted and a bit of a jokester, but also not one to trust strangers. She has a certain love for cultures outside the western world and collects trinkets and symbols from many of them. Chinese, Aztec, Indian, Israeli, you name it. Though having the knowledge of someone old there is still a child-like innocence peeking out at time. And at time it becomes clear that though this is a girl with tremendous powers, this is still just a 19 year old.
**Appearance: **
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A brown top, brown and gray shorts and a pair of worn running shoes. A small bag of supplies and stuff too.
On her she has trinkets, necklaces and painted symbols of multiple cultures. Some of them long lost.
**Short bio:**
Cat didn’t just survive by being able to run away; she also survived by being smart.
The girl, who would later name herself Cat, spent most of her life in a mansion. It was every rich parent's dream to literally raise a genius. And the Goldstein were no different. Their daughter sure didn't look like them, with red hair and big puffy-dog eyes, but she could read at age 4. At age 9 her book of choice was the newspaper, and she ate it all and remembered everything. In her time in the civilized world, she consumed entire libraries. And yet her mind was not her true power. Early on she learned she wasn’t just smarter than everyone, she was faster too. She could run like no other, react with incredible speed. Yet she was never ever allowed to put it to the test. Never allowed to find out how far she could push herself. “Only the head will bring you success in this world,” her parents said. And so, she walked, never ran. Her bodyguard simply wouldn’t allow anything else and followed her wherever she went.
The frustration pounded like a jackhammer each day, an yet she remained fairly happy.
Then suddenly everything fell apart…
Her parents weren’t home. It was the man, whose job it was to protect her and keep her from running, that came into her room. Ordered her to pack a bag and then shipped her off to god knows where by helicopter.
People like Cat was gonna be hunted. None-humans. Killed in cold blood. Executed. Their corpses paraded down the streets by angry mobs.
These warnings and predictions were told to her 6 months before they actually came true…
The place Cat was shipped off to was a place referred to as “Ground Zero”, but its name would later be revealed to her. The Island of Ruins.
How did her parents know? Why did they cut all ties to her? Who could tell. But it was on this island, long before anyone had even dared to claim that none-humans would be hunted, where Cat was left and forced to adapt.
Books had been her life. A life of containment. Now freedom was her everyday life. Being able to experiment and train her powers from early morning to late evening. No easy life for a rich girl, and yet she grew. She became something entirely different. A kind of hunter herself.
With all her knowledge and her newfound skills she was ready when the wave struck and none-humans were being tortured and strung up by their necks. At that point she was a force to be reckoned with. Though she had wandered off, when the problems started, the island was her home and she was a predator on it. Doing what she had to to survive. _A Cat playing with its prey._