Katherine Pryde

Shadow, Kitty, Kitten, Cat

Description:
Affiliations Solo d10 Buddy d8 Team d6
Distinctions Girl Next Door d4+PP
- Prodigy or
- Song Distinction: “I wouldn’t kill to win a war” d8
Power Set Phasing
- Air Walking d8 Intangible d10
- Physical Resistance d8 POWER TRAIT dX
- SFX Disruption When including Intangibility as part of an attack action versus tech related targets, add a D6 and step up your effect die.
- Limit Mutant When affected by mutnt-specific complications or tech, earn 1 PP.
Specialties Science Expert d8 Tech Expert d8
- Covert Rookie d6 Acrobatics Rookie d6
Stress Physical dX
- Mental dX
- Emotional dX
Trauma Physical dX
- Mental dX
- Emotional dX
- Plot Points 1
- XP Earned 0
- XP Spent 0
- XP Remaining 0
Bio:

Gender: Female
Age: 13
Birthday: January 12th, 2001
Father: Carmen Pryde (Father)
Mother: Theresa Pryde (Mother)
Mutation: Phasing

Three Things

  1. I was born in Deerfield, IL to Carmen and Theresa Pryde. Never to be one to avoid sterotypes, my father was an accountant. My grandfather would give him such a hard time, saying he didn’t survive a Nazi concentration camp just so his son could crunch numbers for the krauts. Since I was an only child, my mother stayed home and took care of me. I guess, Mom wasn’t too big on avoiding the overprotective Jewish mother stereotype either.
  2. Everyone said I was gifted before the headaches started. I could play piano and sing. I was charming and funny. I took college-level courses before I had even started high school. I was even invited to London to play for the CEO of Frost International and Ms. Frost herself even visited us. My parents were so proud.
  3. I would have dreams that I was falling and wake up on the floor. I always figured I fell out of bed then rolled under it, but then it happened when I was awake… and I fell a lot further than my floor. It was the worst headache I’ve ever had and when I closed my eyes it felt like I was falling again. When I opened them, I watched myself fall through the ceiling and land on the living room sofa.

I wouldn’t kill to win a war
I don’t get what they do it for
It’s all so terribly vague
I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
And I think it’s such a bore

I walk New Orleans with a knife
Like Mackie hidden out of sight
But I’d be useless if they jumped
I’m really not the killing type
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m not the killing type
I’m not the killing type
I’m not, I’m not
I’m not the killing type, I’m not

I’ve got a picture of your mum
Before the war when she was young
She’s got an etching to her right
I think it’s funny that she’s looking to the left
And it’s her son

I wouldn’t kill to get you back
And I’ve officially been asked
I couldn’t kill to save a life
I’d rather a die a peaceful piece of shit-bait
Shame-filled coward
Thanks

I’m not the killing type
I’m not the killing type
I’m not, I’m not
I’m not the killing type, I’m not

But I would kill to make you feel
I don’t mean kill someone for real
I couldn’t do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I’m saying it now
I’m saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I’m saying it now
I’m saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can’t explain how good it feels
I just can’t explain how good it feels
I just can’t explain how good it feels
I just can’t describe

I once stepped on a dying bird
It was a mercy killing
I couldn’t sleep for a week
I kept feeling its breaking bones

I heard that if you see a star at night
And the conditions are just right
And you are standing on a cliff
Then you can close your eyes
And make a wish and take a step
And change somebody’s life

I’m not the killing type
I’m not the killing type
I’m not, I’m not
I’m not the killing type, I’m not

But I would kill to make you feel
I’d kill to move your face an inch
I see you staring into space
I wanna stick my fist into your mouth
And twist your Arctic heart

Yes, I would kill to make you feel
I don’t mean kill someone for real
I couldn’t do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I’m saying it now
I’m saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I’m saying it now
I’m saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can’t explain how good it feels
I just can’t explain how good it feels
I just can’t explain how good it feels
I just can’t describe-ibe-ibe-ibe
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
I’m not the killing type

Katherine Pryde

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