Kitmarch
From Handbook of the Union Universe
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| Kitmarch | |
| Player: @Plasmarch | |
| Origin: | Science |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Level: | 45 |
| Primary Set: | Martial Arts |
| Secondary Set: | Regeneration |
| Epic Set: | Weapon Mastery (throwing junk) |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Kitmarch |
| Identity: | Public |
| Aliases: | Kit |
| Species: | Human(75%)/Cat(25%) |
| Date of Birth: | 1 April 2006 |
| Age: | 2 |
| Height: | Short |
| Weight: | Far too much |
| Build: | Avarage |
| Eye Colour: | Purple |
| Hair Colour: | Purple / Brunette |
| Skin Complexion: | Fair. No tanning. |
| Distinguishment: | Semi-prehensile feline tail. |
| Medical Status: | Self-sufficient |
| Financial Status: | Subsistance |
| Religion: | None |
| Sexuality: | Hetrosexual |
| Marital Status: | Single. |
| Known Relatives: | (Has never met any of them. Included here for completeness) Father: Plasmarch (Defiant Universe), Mother: Storm Kitty (Defiant Universe), Sister: Flame Kitty (Defiant Universe), Sister: Purple Kitty (Defiant Universe) |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | US |
| Ethnicity: | White |
| Legal Status: | US Citizen, Licensed Hero |
| Place of Birth: | Unknown - likely Paragon City (alternate universe) |
| Education: | None. |
| Occupation: | Portal Corp tech, point scout, enforcement. |
| Group Affiliations: | The Fletched Alliance |
| Base of Operations: | Classified |
| Residency: | Cheap studio apartment in Skyway. |
| Known Powers | |
| Extraordinary recuperative abilities, self generated cross-reality gateways. | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Unarmed combat specialist. No training, mostly brute force and improvisation. | |
| Equipment | |
| Variety of items picked up from various locations. Generally low-tech. | |
| Awards and Collections | |
| None. | |
| Licenses and Certificates | |
| Hero License. | |
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[edit] Affiliations
Kitmarch is a fringe member of the Fletched Alliance, and is frequently seen at the Galaxy Girl statue in Galaxy City.
[edit] Personality
Primary: Kitmarch's normal personality is outgoing, chatty and friendly. She has a near obsession with food and socialising. She is, however, rather prone to mood swings.
Secondary 1: Berserker: Kitmarch's "combat" personality is remarkably different. Extremely violent, with no idea of self preservation and little regard to teammates or the safe arrest of the opponents. As Kitmarch puts it "No surrender, no retreat, no mercy and no sense!" Kitmarch's battles during the Requiem War were reported to be excessively messy and she appears to have been avoiding combat situations since. More recent incidents indicate she is trying to keep this personality in check and has made some progress dealing with minimal threats using minimal force.
Secondary 2: Nictus: Perhaps as a component of her nature, Kitmarch is host for a Nictus named "Atrum Res", apparently the same one that is merged with her father in her home reality. The lifeform has minimal control over Kitmarch's body and spends most of its time dormant. The nature of the symbiosis between the two is little understood and does not conform to any known Nictus possession or Warshade merger pattern. The unusually dormant nature of the alien means that Kitmarch is not especially vulnerable to Quantum Array Weapons.
[edit] Motivation
With regard to crimefighting, Kitmarch's primary reasoning seems to be that it's a socially acceptable excuse to commit massive violence. That said, she has displayed a rather stubborn adherence to the laws, and these days only seems to operate in situations where lethal force would normally be used.
[edit] Powers
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[edit] Primary Powers
Kitmarch's primary power comes from the armour she wears. Although it offers little protection against modern combat weapons, it is adequate against contemporary handguns. The armour functions as a full body monitoring and repair system. Any and all physical damage to the amour or to Kitmarch's body is corrected in a matter of moments. Foreign objects are absorbed and restructured for use as raw material. Toxins are generally rapidly neutralised. She has demonstrated to be able to withstand the loss of a limb (regrowing or occasionally reattaching it later) with no long term effects.
As a direct consequence, Kitmarch is effectively locked in a single physical state. DNA degradation is repaired in real time, preventing ageing. She is not subject to menstrual cycles and cannot reproduce.
As a downside, the replacement of damaged tissue requires raw materials, which gives Kitmarch a considerable appetite. In addition, she and the armour function as a single unit. If it is removed (which is possible if done rapidly enough to avoid it replacing the removed parts), Kitmarch will undergo steady and rapid cellular degradation. This gives her a extremely limited lifespan outside of her armour. She can currently go for around ten hours before experiencing ill effects. And damage sustained without the armour will not heal, and will probably result in even faster local degradation of tissue.
As a result, tissue samples decay into uselessness within around 24 hours as the cells break down and the DNA disintegrates.
Kitmarch originates from another reality and is capable of opening cross universe gateways pretty much at will, making her a walking Portal Corporation. She is able to determine which universes are incompatible (due to differing physical constants etc.) before breaching them. She can generally detect other universal aliens and sometimes trace back to their universe of origin, although this becomes rapidly impractical over time as whatever evidence she uses to do this appears to "wear off".
Kitmarch can transport inert items or living beings including herself. Sentient beings seem to be inherently resistant to the effect which precludes the use of this ability as a weapon.
[edit] Secondary Powers
None.
[edit] Travel
Kitmarch uses her reality-hopping abilities as a substitute for teleportation. She leaves this universe, moves a short distance in another and comes back again. The lack of direct relation between universes allows a short movement in one to translate to a larger distance in another.
[edit] Abilities
Kitmarch is a self-taught hand to hand combat specialist. She is stronger than human average and is clad from the neck down in plate metal, which means she can cause considerable damage to most opponents. The armour is also equipped with a number of sharp edges (purpose unknown) which can cause considerable injury.
Kitmarch appears to have some sort of inherent cerebral implants or modification. She seems to have an inbuilt comms device, and is also a vast repository of knowledge. The latter seems to not be under any concious control, and she will frequently forget what she has been talking about mid sentence if the topic is unfamiliar.
[edit] Vulnerabilities
Kitmarch has no psionic defences and remarkably little resistance. Various telepaths have attempted to augment this, but the effects have worn off over time. That noted, her berserker state is remarkably single minded and she is highly resistant to any form of outside suggestion in this mood.
[edit] Equipment
Minimal. Kitmarch scavenges combat locations for anything that may take her fancy and stashes her gains in an unknown universe. As a result she may have a variety of items "to hand", but the majority of them are the sort you will pick up on a battlefield or would use day-to-day. Typical examples include: Coffee. Snacks. Firearms. Unexploded bombs. Improvised weapons (like half a stop sign). Blankets.
[edit] Character History
Kitmarch has spent practically her whole life in Paragon, which amounts to about two to three years. She registered as a hero almost immediately and showed great enthusiasm for the work. She is also highly sociable.
Known associates are the Fletched Alliance and the Huntington family. She is a very close friend of Sam and has been involved in a somewhat tumultuous relationship with Richard. This relationship is believed to be effectively ended now Richard has announced his engagement to Cassandra. Zero.
Kitmarch herself is believed to have been engaged at least once before, but it didn't work out.
Kitmarch owns a cat named Cher, a normal, unremarkable feline despite being a product of a GX series service robot and spending a good portion of her existence in other universes.
As heroing doesn't pay directly, Kitmarch has held a number of jobs and has sometimes subsisted on Hero Benefits. She is stubbornly self sufficient and refuses financial assistance from her wealthier friends. At the current time, she is managing to pay rent on an apartment and cover her extensive grocery bills. In the past, she has been known to make do with sleeping in piles of leaves.
The apartment is worthy of some note in that although the building is cheap, the furnishings are budget and the housecleaning almost nonexistant, Kitmarch has made careful consideration of the number of enemies her work generates and has called in every favour she has to equip the place with exceedingly effective magical and technological security systems. Although not impregnable, the apartment is *extremely* hard to get into uninvited and Kit's ability to just pop out of existence makes it effectively impossible to trap her at home.
[edit] Conversation Exerts
The following are some monologues from Kitmarch, which give some insight into her history.
Erm, Hi!
Nice to meet you! I'm Kitmarch, you can call me Kit if it's easier. I'm a bit new to this, well, to everything so you'll forgive me if I mess up okay. It's really nice to meet you though. That's why I'm here. All these people......
Sorry, I'm rambling. Oh! You're heard of me? Really? I'm sorry I can't say the same, but like I said... new!
"The amnesiac catgirl"? Oh, yeah. I tend to get that a bit. It's not accurate though.... No, neither part is. But you don't want me to.... Oh? Really? Well, okay, if you've got the time that is. I kind of tend to ramble on quite a bit. Well, grab a seat. No, not there thanks. Something with an open back, those types cramp the tail and you would not believe how much that annoys me.
Okay, I suppose I should start at the beginning.....
I've been watching a lot of TV since I got here. Lots of really fascinating stuff you have on TV.... anyway there are your fair share of programs featuring some guy with amnesia. You must have a lot of people here get knocked over the head. I suppose it's no surprise, all things considered....
Sorry, where was I? Oh yes. TV amnesiac. Poor guy wakes up. And he's "Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? Why can't I remember?". Well, that isn't me.
I woke up. And I was "Wow! Look at all this stuff! I wonder what it all does?" It took about forty minutes until somebody pointed out that I was supposed to remember further back than, well, forty minutes.
You see, I understand you people can remember back, well all your lives. Only it gets kinda fuzzy the further back you go? Me, I can remember back my entire life! Only it's only been about two months, so I guess that's not as impressive as it sounds, huh? I must be the only girl in the city who doesn't mind looking a lot older than her age....
Well, anyway... I'm awake. I'm surrounded by all this great lab equipment. Huh? Oh yes.... well, I'll get to that later. Or I'll never finish. And there are people there. So, I say hello to them. They're a little surprised to see me, but are polite enough about it. One of them asks me who I am. Pretty silly question, really. I'm me!
Well, I can understand now why they didn't think that cut it, but it was pretty funny at the time. They had a little conference and somebody suggests they call me "Kitmarch". It's rather pretty I think, so yes, I'll take it! I now have a name! Then somebody mentioned that "he" should like it. Oh dear... That's where things kinda get complicated.
I don't know who "he" is. Somebody ran a genetics test, and apparently I've got his DNA. Hmm? Oh yes. Maybe "he" is my dad. Or maybe I'm his clone? Or maybe I just caught something nasty off him which turned my hair this colour. Hmm? No, it really is, honest. Oh, the tail? No, I don't know why I have a tail. They told me he didn't have a tail. How come you don't have one? They're dead handy you know.....
I really wish I'd stuck around to find out a little more about this guy, whoever he is. There was this one lady scientist who thought he was great. Real hero stuff. Her friend thinks he's a "suicidal loony" though, so I'm reserving judgement for when I meet him. I mean, I have to run into this guy sometime, right? Big, famous hero. Possibly my dad.....
I don't have a background. I don't really feel the need for one to be honest as unlike Mr TV amnesiac, I haven't forgotten anything. Still, it'd be real nice to have some sort of... well connection? Am I making sense?
But of course, I didn't stick around did I?
So, there I was happy as a... Well happy as me in a place full of new, interesting stuff to look at and new people to talk to. Then I find I'm dimensionally unstable due to poor grounding connection to the gravimetric fabric of the surrounding...... erm... sorry. I have no idea what I just said. Does it make any sense to you? Oh. Sorry. That kinda stuff just pops into my head, goes straight out my mouth and.. whoosh! It's gone before I can take the time to try and remember it.
Where was I? Oh yes. About 2 days in (ish) I found that I could teleport. Okay generic catch-all term. It's a rip in reality, really but....
So, I practice teleporting. Great fun by the way! You should try it. I'd be only too happy to give you a short jump, never had an accident yet.. Oh, okay. Maybe later?
SO I practice teleporting and I end up outside. After I finish going WOW at all the, well, outside, I've got a hundred new questions for the guys back at the lab.
Ah. Yes, the lab.... Erm.. Well you see, that's the real problem. I've kinda.... lost it. Pretty silly huh? Only people who may have know who or what I was, or who the "guy" is, and I go and TP clean away without getting so much as a comm number first.
I'm sorry. I... can't stay here.... look you still want me to carry on? It doesn't get any more exciting... You're sure? Okay! I'll be right back, I just have to go get changed first.
Hi again! Hmm? It's me. Kit? Oh, yes I see. The armour.... Okay, you can probably guess, but I have no idea where it's from. I woke up in it. It's kinda... well kinda a second skin to me. Damned useful....
I've been wearing it ever since. I don't really have much choice in the matter. Oh I don't mind. I kinda like the way it looks. And I can't exactly take it off.... Hmmm? Oh I can take the bulky bits off, no problem. But it goes much deeper, under the skin and right down to the middle.
So, I've been wearing this ever since I woke up. I guess it beats coming into existence naked anyway. Fine if you're a baby but.... *ahem*
Back to the story. There isn't that much to tell really. I ended up wandering around Paragon, drinking in the sights, the smells, the sounds. And somebody wants me to help save their husband from the Hellions. Excuse me?
I'm a woman wearing battle armour in Paragon. So, obviously I'm a superhero! I've even got this tail, so I MUST have superpowers, right? Erm, where is Paragon, what's a Hellion, what is a superhero and how come you don't have a tail?
Still she was pretty upset so I followed her. And there's this big, over muscled.... person threatening some poor guy with a shotgun.
It's kinda... hard to explain really. You ever get mad? I mean, really, really smash stuff, break things, hurt people mad? I do. Lots. Far too often really. When I calm down, things are generally smashed, broken and hurt..... Oh, only the bad guys! I'm careful, honest! Well, I try to be...
Anyway, I got mad. I must admit, it took me by surprise. Still does sometimes.... But I went to help the poor guy. No, that's wrong. I went to pummel the Hellion guy into paste. And, of course he sees me coming and shoots me right in the chest with the freaking shotgun. 10/10 for courage, Kit. A big fat 0 for foresight and minus several dozen for self preservation. But I didn't need self preservation you see? I got this hunkajunk I'm wearing.
Did damn well, all things considered. Shotgun to the chest at that range should've... well I'll leave that to your imagination. But the suit took most of the blast and the rest of the damage was already healing by the time I'd picked myself up again. That's the beauty of this thing. I don't hurt, at least not for very long. Plus all those endorphins and adrenaline it starts chucking in....
But you should have seen the look on his face!! Funniest thing I've seen for ages. Of course, he's not going to repeat it any time soon. I think I broke his jaw in.... three places? Like I said, I was pretty mad....
So, all of a sudden, I'm a full fledged member of the Paragon hero community! I actually get encouraged to go out and hit stuff! Best job possible. Except it doesn't pay. I also read the weather on channel 247 in the early morning slot... not nearly as fun, but it pays the rent. Anyway, now I spend all my time running around the city beating the living sh.. stuffing out of the "bad guys". Well, that and doing new stuff. You know, I am so lucky there. I mean, I haven't even started to do half the stuff you find boring! For starters, there's that "fish cola" from that seafood place in IP, a few dozen varieties of ice-cream, not to mention over a hundred types of chocolate I haven't tried yet....
All that to do, I don't really worry about my 'background' so much. I mean, I can't miss what I never had right? Carpe Diem! Erm, whatever that means! Okay, so I'd like to meet my Dad (I hope he's my dad). I'd like to meet my Mom. I'm guessing she has a tail. Perhaps she's even a Catgirl? I don't know.... No offence to the cat types out there, but I'm fine with just the tail. I really, really don't want to start growing whiskers or pointy ears. I like me!
Either way, I've got to have come from somewhere right? Seeing as I can't find "mom & pop" I figure it may be from somewhere a long way off. Perhaps the nice folks at poral corp can help? Perhaps I woke up in one of their labs...
Well, it was really nice to meet you anyway. I hope we can talk again? Perhaps catch up on what we've been doing in the meantime.
Oh the weather report? Tomorrow's weather will be bright and sunny, except for Dark Astoria, which will have fog....
Cyas!
Hi! Again! Nice to see you again! Erm, you remember me right? Oh good... It is SO nice to run into you again. I mean, I like meeting new folks, but there's little point if I can't keep touch with the old ones, right? How have you been anyway?
Really? Oh, well I hope things improve soon. Erm.... I'm afraid I'm not all that much use for most things, but if you have a problem that involves hitting stuff, well, I'm your girl! Assuming the stuff is or belongs to the bad guys anyway...
Me? Oh, just fine thanks. Well, things did get a bit hairy a while back, but at the moment.... busy, busy, busy you know? Oh, don't worry, nothing serious. Well, that's not true.. it was pretty serious, but everything's just fine now... You don't want me to go on about that....
Things really aren't that different since we last spoke though, really. I mean, I'm living elsewhere, the Crey are top of my "folks to hit" list and erm.... a couple other things that I am not going to talk about, but pretty much the same. Oh and I don't like the council much either. They.... well let's just say they did something nasty to a friend of a friend and I'm kinda taking it personally. It's... a tail thing okay?
Okay, I gotta run.. I have work in 1/2 hour... No, not "hero" stuff, I'm in the early afternoon slot with the weather now. Turns out I'm not much of a morning person. Anyway, seeing as we're running into each other a little more often... well okay, twice perhaps we can catch up again soon?
Oh, the weather report? Bright and sunny again... unless that guy with the unstable weather powers turns up today. He really makes my job difficult, you know?
Me again! Heyas. How are you doing? Long time no see! Very long.
Me? Oh, fine, fine. Few things have changed. Single again. Dialled down the hitting stuff after the war. Neither of which I want to discuss the reasons for. Oh, and I got dismissed from the weather girl thing after that little incident with the reporter, so I work at Portal Corp now. They finally got sick of me jumping across realities and messing with their instruments and just offered me a job instead.
Ah well, gotta dash. Sorry I can't chat, but there is.. something that needs doing.
Hullo! Not seen you for absolutely ages.
Oh, right. Yeah, I've been taking things a little easier of late. Been out of the mainstream crimefighting stuff. No, it's not "heroing". I'm not sure what the official term for beating the stuffing out of people who don't have a serious chance of winning is, but I'm pretty sure it's not "heroic".
Oh, the Prattle... I mean Portal Corp thing? Not bad, ta. They got me working as a tech. And I do insertion team stuff, since I can find my way back by myself and all.
And the commission stuff. That's the stuff you heard about. See, you're not allowed to plonk down... say a private nuclear reactor just cause you feel like it, right? You gotta get permission, environmental studies, ton of risk assessments, etc. etc. And if you REALLY know what you're doing, the government may let you build one.
Now, portals into other universes? Just as dangerous than a nuclear reactor. You've got all sorts of stuff. Invaders from another world is popular with the press. So why do people go ahead and keep trying to build them? Paperwork at Prattlecorp is immense!
So, when some idiot starts their own portal project, sensors tend to pick things up, and yours truly gets to serve them with a "cease and desist" notice. If that doesn't work, I get to shove the notice somewhere they *will* notice. Trouble is - paperwork on that is terrible. It takes months to get paid.
Ah well, gotta dash. You up for pizza next Tuesday?
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