[hider=Catherine Winters][center][h1]Miss Catherine Leona Winters[/h1][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][h2][i]A Magnet for Attention[/i][/h2][/center]
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[center][color=gray][i]"Call me a number, call me a name, I’m still me at the end of the day."[/i][/color][/center]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][h3]TAYGETE CITIZENSHIP CARD[/h3][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][indent][indent][table][row][cell]ID SERIAL[/cell][cell]BIRTH[/cell][cell]RESIDENCE[/cell][cell]PROFESSION[/cell][/row][row][cell]F7778774[/cell][cell]F, Age 25 (Apr 20)[/cell][cell]Arche[/cell][cell]SuperLife Retail Customer Service Representative[/cell][/row][/table][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][indent][indent][h3]PERSONALITY[/h3] I left my family as soon as I could to travel the world and [i]experience[/i]. I spent seven years of my life living from day to day, never sleeping in the same place every night, doing tricks on streets I’ve never been to, for people who don’t look like me, just so I could eat. And I’d do it for the rest of my life, if I could. I returned for the family I left behind, though not the same family I left when I decided to go travel. What does that tell you about me, Mr. Dossier?[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][h3]BACKGROUND[/h3]
I grew up in the big city everyone dreams of. Not this one, but your typical cramped, overcrowded, overpriced townhouse half a block down the street from, well, everything. My parents divorced when I was eight, only a few months after my littlest brother Ezekiel died from some sickness. I took care of the family. For four years. When I was eight. Do I hate my mother? Not nearly as much as I did when she showed up with her new husband and twin daughters, claimed both me and my brother in court, and stole us away from my dad. 

I left them as soon as I could, and I traveled the world. I spent seven years living off the street, accepting scraps and cash for the art I gave to the world. My performance was everything to me, and it seemed like all the different people I met were just as interested in me and where I came from as I was with them. I learned so much, made so many lifelong friends, and I still send and get letters from them to this day. But as I was traveling from one city to another, an impossibly old woman stood in my path and told me I was going to die, just like my little brother. My little brother, who was sixteen years dead, thousands of miles away. So I d.d wh.t .ny..e ...ld .o, … . …………..

ERROR. The rest of the document seems to be corrupted. Attempting retrieval…ERROR. Document is corrupted. Attempting repair...ERROR. Input manual code? ([b]y[/b]/n)

Please input code: ********__

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Override code accepted. Proceeding to next point in dossier. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][h3]X-FACTOR[/h3]
I can make magnets. I can’t really explain how I do it, or how the strange power works, or why I was given such a...gift? Curse? It can be convenient at times, sure, but there’s only so much attention one girl can attract, you know? There’s a lot you can do with electromagnetism. Practically anything, really. I can create electricity. I can magnetize metals, or change their polarity, and even use my own body as if I were a magnet. There’s a constant field of electromagnetic energy constantly surrounding me, though it is weak and not really noticeable, unless you're the observant type. Unless I want it to be strong, I can’t really control it. Polarity can be weird. The best part, though? I can fly. Kind of.

So if your phone starts acting weird, like getting bad reception near me, I’m sorry, but I really [i]can’t[/i] do anything about that. You should put that thing down when you’re talking to me anyway. It's annoying. I’d hate for something to happen to your car’s battery, making it short-circuit for no reason and end up killing you from the resulting explosion.

Does that make you uncomfortable, Mr. Dossier?[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]


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