While on vacation in Britain, Kaylee Beckett was bitten by a radioactive London cab driver. At first glance, this seems rather odd, but realistically it was bound to happen sooner or later. That's the true secret of those London cabbies, you see. I know, you see those trainees going all over on their scooters, but that's just cover. Honestly, did you think a little practice was all it took? Those guys are superhuman! Anyway, apparently this particular cab driver was better than most. An ace cabbie, if you can believe it. It would seem their "training" took a very good hold in him. However one day, he just snapped. Completely lost his mind, thought he was a wolf or something. Who knows? So he took a little piece out of a rather surprised Kaylee. Obviously this caused a trip to the hospital and a few chats with police, but nothing really came of it. The mad cab driver had vanished. At any rate, she didn't really notice anything odd at the time. Aside from the inherit strangeness of being bitten by a cab driver, that is. She finished her trip, and went back home to New Jersey. About a month later, things started happening. Without even realizing it at first, she had the timing of every traffic light in the city down. She knew every street and alley like the back of her hand. Suddenly, she could handle a car better than the best Hollywood stuntman. When she finally grasped the full extent of her new abilities, well, she became a cab driver. She had recently lost her job in a round of downsizing, so she needed the work. Later, she realized how much the city could use a hero. She could help; maybe not in the most obvious ways, but definitely more than most people. So she called in some favors, talked to some friends, and got her hands on a checker cab that would make Batman proud. You know, if he was a cab driver. Granted, all of her modifications weren't exactly legal, but that was really a minor consideration. Her new cab gave her the edge she needed, and she became the Checkered Knight.
Kaylee was born and raised in Newark, New Jersey, and has lived both there and New York. As you would stereotypically expect, she is considerably outspoken. However, this does sometimes clash with the more reserved sensibilities of her British "lineage." She tends to put forth a rough exterior, but... well, she really isn't the delicate, gentle type. She simply doesn't take crap from anyone, like any good New Yorker, not to mention a cabbie. While she isn't out to save the world, she'd like to make what she can a little better.
"Well, what do ya think?" he asked. Kaylee stood and looked the old cab over for a long moment, before replying, "Its a piece of junk." To be fair, it was really in good condition. If you took into account the fact that it spent many a hard year on the job. However, fair really wasn't in her mind at the moment. She needed something that worked, and she needed it to work well. This old checker just didn't look like a champion. There were a few ideas for improvements floating around in her mind, as well. It definitely needed a more powerful engine, with a better suspension and a strengthened frame to match. Armor was high on the list too, plus maybe some weapons. Realistically, a modern police cruiser would be a better place to start. Still, this old cab did have a certain amount of panache. For some reason she couldn't quite place, it seemed like the right choice to make. "Honestly, what makes you think I want that pile?" she said. "Ah, come on. It's a classic! Just needs a little work..."
Terrain Familiarity: Urban
Terrain Familiarity: Standard
A somewhat alarmed voice called from the back seat, "Aren't you going a little fast?" Kaylee glanced into the mirror and said, "Hey, I thought you wanted to get there before Christmas. Relax." She returned her attention to the alley she was currently flying down at breakneck speed. She nimbly dodged around a garbage can that had fallen onto its side, then straightened out and put a heavy foot on the gas. Her fare suddenly became aware that they were approaching four lanes of traffic and nervously said, "Uhh... shouldn't you be slowing down?" She smirked and replied, "There's a light." After a moment he realized what she intended, "But-" She cut him off, "There's a light." Her passenger watched in terror as they approached the intersection, but at the very last moment, the constant stream of cars stopped. Though she narrowly missed clipping a slow BMW, they darted through unscathed. A yellow streak was the only thing anyone saw. Kaylee glanced into her mirror again and said, "Told ya."
Concussive Attack: Superior
- Ranged Attack Only
- Area Affect
- Weakness: Limited Uses - Multi-Use
Kaylee slid across the hood of her cab and ducked down behind it just as a hail of bullets slammed into the opposite side. She settled into the driver's seat and pulled the door shut. As she fired up the engine she muttered to herself, "Wanna play it hard, we'll play it hard." She gunned the engine and pulled out into the street, a pair of black sedans in pursuit. As they straightened out, gunfire once again began to slam into her cab. Then, she saw her opening. She made a hard left turn, but rather than continuing down this new street she let the rear of her cab slew around. This left her in the right lane, pointed back the way she came. She flipped a couple switches then smiled ferally, waiting just a moment for her antagonists to appear. When the first slid into the intersection she hit a button on the steering wheel and sent a red beam of destructive energy into it, causing a lovely explosion. She glanced down at her dash and cursed, "Damnit, not again! Out of alignment my ass." However, she laughed when the second car drove into the intersection. It had turned the other way and was moving for all it was worth. She smiled grimly, and drove off into the night.
Projectile Attack: Standard
- Ranged Attack Only
- Weakness: Power in Item - Easy to Lose
- Weakness: Limited Uses - Multi-Use
The city is a dangerous place. Or so the cliche goes. "Hey Jackie, what do you got for me?" Kaylee said as she strolled into her friendly neighborhood gun shop. "Nice to see you too," he replied while moving to reach behind the counter. He placed the pistol on the counter in front of her. She hefted it and said, "Looks nice. Thats a hell of a price tag though." He nodded, "You said you wanted something good, and I'm not likely to see better." She looked the gun over for a momement more, then smiled sweetly at him, "Surely you'd be willing to give me a discount."
Danger Sense: Superior
Kaylee wove her way through the heavy traffic, trying to keep moving as fast as possible. You gotta keep going after those fares, you know? So what they're a little dizzy when they arrive? Everyone wants fast service. She finally gets a decent opening and drops the hammer to take advantage of it. As she approaches an intersection, she starts to get a feeling in the back of her mind. Kaylee mumbles to herself, "Alright, what is tha-" She slams on the brakes and cranks the wheel over, screaming, "BUS!" The cab skids to a stop with inches to spare as the bus rumbles past. She leans out the window and yells, "That was red, you idiot!"