Name: Catherine Long
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Family: Husband
Appearance:
Daily
Hero
:
Dragon Soul - To be one with the dragon of the soul is to be one of Power and unbound savagery. Eastern, Western, Mythic or real, all are beasts at their inception. First and foremost, strength is their prerogative. To weather blows like a mountain or strike forth with power befitting a storm. To be draconic is to not just be fearsome, it is to be a natural disaster.
Second is the control of elements, foremost being fire. After all, they are not drakes who spew mere ignited gas. They are
fire, and all heat follows their command.
Yet one must always be wary, for the dragon is not infallible. Greed, rage, arrogance, all are marks of a dragon and those who fall too deep shall find that their ironclad scales are not impenetrable. After all, it is a story told a thousandfold of the great beast who slept in piles of gold and found their armor turned as soft as that metal, waiting for a single arrow or spear to peirce through and inevitably find their heart.
Skills:
- Paperwork
- Grilling
- Spicy Food Tolerance
- Karaoke
- Dice Games
Equipment: Armor and Weapons manifested from the flames of her soul.
Personality: Despite the inherent volatility of her soul, the woman known as Catherine is a rather stoic and put together person. Working a simple office job that pays well, and having a rather simple life. Deep beneath a frigid demeanor still lies the fuel for things to burn, and not always in the most controlled manners.
Biography: Young Life was strange for Catherine. She was home schooled by an aunt with too many degrees and not enough job prospects, and was rather isolated.
Teenage and young adulthood followed rather closely by. She went by herself and found a decent office job and worked there unassuming to many.
Even marriage was a subdued affair. The love was there, and it ran deep, but it was not…easily expressed. Not that it bothered William, whose brutish nature was expressive enough for both of them. The stark contrast is more than enough to shock people.
Perhaps it was the sense that pulled her so deeply into comfort, to be content with a solid income, a good house, and a spouse who couldn't be brought down. That was until…
In truth, who could have seen it coming? In a world of villains, heroes, and powers strange and mundane, the average person still is lulled into thinking none of it will affect them.
An average day, a rare dinner at a diner down the road. Greasy food and pool tables, wide windows yet dark in the evening light, a place that accepts bikers and families.
Who would've expected that little neighborhood to be ground zero of Kaiju emergence? Not the biggest or the strongest one out there, but…
It matters little when its very steps lead to the building around them crumbling, to see her husband trapped under bricks and lumber.
To the woman known as Catherine, all she can remember of that day was panic and all consuming heat. And all that would remain of that beast, that neighborhood, the sky, was orange flames and black smoke.
Then in the center a woman cradling a man, bruised, confused, and alive.
That day onwards, the distant embers of her soul sparked into something more.
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