KYLE, SELINA

Full Name:Selina Mary Kyle
Nickname: Catwoman
Gender:Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: Late Twenties
Usergroup: neutral
Power: n/a
Original Or Canon: Canon DC Nolanverse

History:Life`s tough for anyone on the streets,and Selina Kyle was ever an exception. Like most people who wear masks, their identity never really wants to be known. For this master their her former life was nothing but chaos, madness and despair. Nothing good ever seemed to come around. Maybe that was her fuel for her hatred of the rich, those poser with so much money they hardly know what to do with it. Leaving in the East End of Gotham was nothing to be proud about, and defiantly not a place someone should race a family. But when a family had so little, it was the best they could do. It didn`t help that her poor abused mother committed suicide when she was no more then a little girl. And her abusive father drank himself away not long after. A child learns to grow up quickly when theres not parents to guide them. Her poor younger sister was taken from her and send to a Juvenile Detention centre while Selina broke away and took her chances on the poverty and crime ridden east end streets of gotham city. Becoming a their at a young age, means you learn things fast or shed end up right were her sister was.

It was her ability to out talk people and her natural flexibility that her got by, becoming one of Gotham Citys slipperiest cat burglar. Selina was taught boxing and martial art to protect herself. She sort of turned into a Robin Hood of the East end, taking from the rich and giving to the poor. Selina knew of the injustice in Gotham city, how the rich sat on their gold like it was nothing and the poor barely even made it by. Little did she know what was begin planned for the city.

Rp Sample:Selina cocked her head to one side as the clicking of a gun could be heard behind her. Silly man. She thought to herself, "No one ever checks to see if its actually loaded. " She said sultry, no touching anything in the safe quiet yet. Slowly turning and getting up, Miss Kyle held up the amp from the gun."Looking for this?" She cocked a brow from under her mask,before tossing it across the room. No need to make a mess. The older fat man just gave her a stunned look, he obviously thought she wash`t an ordinary thief. He was so right."Let me give you a hand with that." In meer seconds a load crack brook the silence in the room and ended with a large thud.

"Gotta run." The body of the man layer faced down, not dead,just taking a little nap. She shoved what she needed to tae into a small purse before whisking herself down and out of the apparent taking off her mask as she went. Not to mention grabbing a rather nice black pea soak before heading out the back door of the building. Probably his wires, or mistresses. With the jewels sadly in her purse,she departed downy the street with a smug grin on her face. A job well done. One less pain in her ass, more more debt payed off.