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Kitten Kaboodle
Played By: Soberguy

Kitten Kaboodle by Soberguy

TEAM: The Syndicate

SECTOR: Industrial

KIT CLASS: Olympian


Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 10 wins!

Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 2
Out of League Losses: 1
Total Wins: 10
Total Losses: 4
Taka - Win 0-0
Disco Ray - Win 0-0
Agent Gemini Beta - Loss 0-0
Manatee Man - Win 0-0
Myth - Win 0-0
Lady Veil - Win 0-0
Wick & Ed - Loss 0-0
The Mecha Model Brigade! - Win 0-0
Lady Veil - Win 0-0
The FPL Game - Loss 0-0
Try Honesty - Win 12-9
Natalie Arbeeny - Win 9-8
The Perfectionist - Win 18-12
glass man - Loss 11-13

Piper Williams ran her finger along the mantle above the fireplace as she paced nervously back and forth. The warmth of the fire soothed her, calming the butterflies in her stomach as she prepared for perhaps the most important night of her life. As she opened the long box on the side table, the sheer audacity of the costume within finally struck her. Holding it up in front of her the slinky, black expanse of PVC caused her to blush. The outfit was as imposing as it was sexy -certainly not something she would ever dare to wear. That was, however, the point. Piper was far too conservative, too straight-laced and unassuming to display herself in such a fashion, but tonight that would change. She slid into the outrageous suit and suddenly felt embarrassed, self-conscious and unsure of what she was doing. As she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but feel that she was staring at a stranger -familiar and yet unnervingly distant. The woman in the reflection was a work of fiction, the embodiment of all that Piper yearned to be and yet was not. As she continued her pacing her finger once again traced a path across the mantle, this time stopping halfway at a photograph. The picture, placed in a solid silver frame, showed a woman, young blonde and full of life, with an older man and woman. This was her family. Mother. Father. Sister. All enjoying a sunny day on the beach of a private island far from Khazan City. Were they there now, Piper wondered? Were they laughing and chatting while enjoying the splendorous paradise on which her sister reigned supreme? She scowled at the very thought of Wanda. Once again, her sister had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat and promptly proceeded to rub Piper's face in it. She had tried so hard to be a good daughter, to win her parents affection, but in the end it was always about Wanda. No matter what she did, what she accomplished, her sister was always there to steal her thunder. Piper picked up a second picture of her sister alone, standing outside a magnificent mansion in full costume. The great Faster Pussycat, founder of the Marauders and fastest woman in Khazan. Piper ran the tip of her finger over Wanda's face. That smirk. That confident, mocking smirk. With a devious smile, Piper extended a sharp metallic claw from the tip of her finger, and sliced an even line straight down the middle of the photo, right through the frame. Hurling it across the room, she marched back to the mirror and took a long look. No one ever loved Piper Williams. Piper Williams was always second best. Piper Williams was never good enough. Piper Williams could never be better than Faster Pussycat. That is why Piper Williams is dead. Long live Kitten Kaboodle. With a broad smile and a renewed sense of purpose, Kitten sprang to the window and out onto the balcony. As she breathed in the cool night air she surveyed the twinkling stars as she purred seductively at the city below. All of this would be hers. She would succeed where Wanda had failed. She would beat her at her own game, but to do so, she would need to ally herself with the man that forced her out.

 

Personality: "Why can't you be a good girl like Wanda?" "Wanda isn't afraid of the dark..." "Did you see the lovely picture Wanda drew for me in school?" "Wanda said the cutest thing last night at dinner..." "Wanda was chosen as prom queen, isn't that great?" "Wanda is always SO responsible..." "Wanda has so many friends, don't you have anyone to play with?" "Wanda bought your father that gold watch he wanted..." "Wanda is doing SO well for herself." "Wanda is our pride and joy." "Wanda is daddy's special little princess." "Wanda is already finished -what's taking you so long?" "I wish you treated us with as much respect as Wanda." "Did you see? Wanda is in the paper again today!" "Wanda wanted to bring you along, but she only had enough tickets for your father and I." "Wanda is such a considerate young woman." "Wanda is so outgoing!" "Oh I hope that Wanda is all right, I don't know what we'd do without her." "Wanda has really outdone herself this time." "Not everyone can be as beautiful as Wanda, dear." "You really could learn something by watching Wanda." "Why can't you be more like Wanda?"

 

Strength:

 

Superior The pinnacle of human strength.
Can bench press 1000 pounds.
Agility:

 

Supreme This fighter can dodge and move
with superhuman fluidity.
Body:

 

Superior Hardy.
Takes punishment like a heavyweight fighter or wrester.
Mind:

 

Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie.

Catlike Prowess

Climbing onto the balcony railing, Kitten looked downwards. 15 floors separated her from solid pavement and certain death. Where Piper would be terrified, Kitten was exhilarated. Calmly, she leapt from the railing and grabbed a telephone wire which connected her building to the derelict factory next door. Swinging in a wide arch twice around before finally coming to a stop with both feet planted firmly on the shaky cable, Kitten began her graceful saunter across the makeshift highwire. One foot in front of the other. Watch your breathing. Arms out. She looked down and her shiny leather boots faded into the night, replaced by tiny feet and gymnast's slippers. She was 9 years old and on the balance beam. Her teacher Mrs. Phelps watched on as Piper prepared for her manoeuvre, barking out instructions. Extending one hand to the beam, she tried to bring herself around to complete the flip, but faltered on the landing and slipped. Falling roughly to the mats below, Mrs. Phelps berated her. "No, no, NO Piper. Your feet are coming away from the line and your hips are at an angle. Here, see how it is done and pay close attention... Wanda!" The young Piper sat on the mat, sore and humiliated as she watched her older sister approach and mount the beam. "Pay attention four-eyes," mocked Wanda in her nasal Brooklyn accent, "see how it's done." With that Wanda stepped forward and effortlessly completed the flip. Perfect landing, perfect dismount. Mrs. Phelps applauded, "You see Piper? Learn from your sister, she is going to win a gold at the regionals next year." Piper was furious. She'd show her. Every day she practiced. Every day for an entire year. Mornings, after school, even on her lunch hour - she had to drop out of her other extra-curricular activities to keep up the pace. She was focused, determined to beat Wanda at the regionals, no matter what the sacrifice. As the day approached, Piper was prepared. She knew her skills were better than Wanda's, she knew she could win. As always though, Wanda got the last laugh. She quit the gymnastics program a week before the regionals. She said she was bored and wanted to focus on ballet. Piper won the gold that year, but noone was there to see it - her parents had gone to Wanda's first recital instead. Reaching the end of the telephone wire Kitten executed a perfect backflip onto the thin ledge of the factory and then shimmied down the decaying water pipe to the alley. Stopping for a moment to look at a large green dumpster, noting how similar it looked to the one she had tossed her gold medal into so many years ago. She could almost see herself standing there as a tearful, confused little girl in an alley behind the gymnasium. "Pathetic," muttered Kitten, "I'm glad she's dead."

Catlike Speed

Kitten began running down the alleyway and across the dark and foreboding backstreets leading to her final destination. As she ran, her pace increased - faster and faster and faster until she was racing through the streets at inhuman speeds. The dirt, filth and refuse of the seedy laneways kicked up behind her as she ran, leaving a trail far more visible than the woman herself. As she navigated the urban labyrinth, her mind once more wandered to a time long ago. Looking up, Piper saw a window, jammed open with a screwdriver with just enough space to allow a person through. "Don't be such a goody-two-shoes Piper," laughed a teenaged Wanda, her legs already through the narrow opening, "we're not gonna get caught!" Piper scanned the alley, fearful that someone would catch them. "Wanda please, let's just go home... we're gonna get in trouble!" From inside the burgled apartment, Wanda replied, "Ah ya big baby! Here, grab this swag willya?" Piper caught the wallet and gold bracelet dropped by Wanda as she squeezed back out the window, dropping to the ground with a smile. "This is stealing, Wanda. Mom and Dad will kill us if they find out!" "They won't find out. You squeal on me Piper and yer gonna find my fist..." Wanda's threat was interrupted by the sound of movement up the alleyway. "Cops! Run fer it!" yelped Wanda as she bolted down the alley. She had already turned the corner by the time the police got near. Piper was running - running as fast as she could, desperate to get away. "Wanda! Wait for me!" But alas Wanda was long gone. Huffing and puffing, Piper was far too slow to get away and was tackled to the ground by the police, still clutching the stolen goods. In time, the courts would let her off with probation, but her parents never fully trusted her again. Her claims that Wanda was the culprit fell on deaf ears. As Kitten approached her destination, she swore she could hear her mother's words in the winds whipping past her. "How dare you, Piper? First you steal, and now you want to blame poor Wanda for your behaviour? You are a disgrace!" A single tear formed at the corner of Kitten's eye and instantly shot backwards, joining the trail of dirt and rubbish left in her wake.

Always Land on Your Feet

The Marauder Mansion stood before Kitten, silhouetted against the night sky. The complex was surrounded on all sides by an impressively high wall whose only gate was guarded at all times. If she wanted to get inside, she'd need to find another way. Casing the exterior wall, Kitten eventually found the ideal spot. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she ran a few steps and then leapt silently over the stone barrier. The great height of her jump would have been impressive to all, had anyone been fortunate enough to see it. Landing quietly on the other side, apparently unnoticed by the guards, Kitten stopped a moment to regain her composure. For all her bravado, she was starting to get nervous. The feeling once more brought her back - back to a time before Kitten Kaboodle, before even Faster Pussycat. The shrouded mansion melted away to reveal the ivy-coated walls of D'Larthi University and the night gave way to day. A young Piper, dressed in a robe and cap, stood upon a stage in front of her peers. As the dean shook her hand and placed the diploma in her palm, she looked out into the audience to see the beaming faces of her parents. She had worked hard for her degree. Chemical Engineering was no easy discipline, but her long hours had finally paid off. There was a tremendous satisfaction about the entire affair - a feeling that she had finally outdone her sister. Wanda never even finished high school, and last they had heard from her she was a petty thief and general delinquent. After the ceremony, she returned to her parents house for what was to be a celebratory dinner, but upon arrival an unwanted guest had crashed the party. Wanda stood on the front step, smiling her crooked, sinister smile. A classic two-seater roadster sat in the driveway, evidence of her success not as a legitimate member of society, but as a burglar. Her parents rushed to embrace her, asking where she had been and how long she'd be staying. Without even mentioning Piper's graduation, she took their father out for a spin in her new car while their mother expressed over and over again how good it was to have her back. Piper never did have that dinner, and Wanda wound up giving their father the car. It was the first of many briberies which would allow them to justify her criminal ways - the deciding factor in her parents' loyalties from then on. As she approached the mansion she could feel her hatred mounting. She would show her - she would show them all.

Scratching Post

  • Power: Slicing Attack
  • Level:Superior
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
The window was large and ornate, somewhat unbefitting an organization like the Marauders. Inside it was dark, but she knew this room was adjacent to the main reception area. With practiced skill, Kitten once more unsheathed her sharp, thin claws and touched them to the glass. Slowly, methodically, she turned them in a circular motion, quietly scratching away at the apparently bullet-proof window. Soon, the sharp edges of her specially-designed claws had cut a perfect circle in the glass, which she removed. Kitten reached a sinewy arm into the small opening and tripped the internal lock, causing the pane to open outward. As she climbed into the nearly empty room, she recalled that she had been there once before. Time began to bend and memories resurfaced as the room shifted and changed to its configuration of days gone by. Wanda was there, giving a tour of the mansion to Piper and her parents. She was in full costume that day, mask and all, as she paraded her family through the newly built headquarters of the newly-formed Marauders. Her parents gushed at the building's opulence and beamed with pride as the criminal scum who resided there offered their respects to their leader, Faster Pussycat. Piper tagged along, not really wanting to be there and utterly unimpressed by Wanda's criminal success. "Whatsamatta four-eyes? Ya want me ta findya a book or sumthin'?" she teased as she slumped down into what could only be described as a throne. Surrounded by stolen goods, Wanda showered her parents with loot and trinkets. "Ya want sumthin' Piper?" "I don't need your stolen trash," retorted Piper smugly, "I've got a good job now. Chemical Engineer for Plastico Inc. Pays $65,000 a year." "65 G's huh?" mused Wanda as she rooted through a bag of jewellery. Finding a bulky, jewel-encrusted tiara, she tossed it to Piper, "There ya go. It's worth $75,000 - take a year off!" As Kitten reached for the door to the main lobby she could still hear Wanda's laughter. The laughter of her parents. They thought her humiliation was funny. They thought her pain was a joke. She had tried to be a good daughter, but nothing she did was enough. She knew then that she would need to beat Wanda at her own game. That's why she spent years creating her serum. That's why she spent years training. That's why she became Kitten Kaboodle.

 

Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

  • Power: Vibration
  • Level:Supreme
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
The main reception area of the Marauder Mansion was large and surprisingly tasteful. Much to Kitten's surprise, there didn't seem to be a guard in sight. The darkness cast long shadows across the room as the moonlight flooded in through the large, panoramic windows. Kitten hesitated for a moment. She wasn't exactly sure what to do at this point. She came here to join the Marauders - to help build an organization Wanda could not hold onto - but it wasn't like the old days. Under Faster Pussycat, any thug with a colourful costume and penchant for crime could waltz in the door and become a member. Now that they had an intelligent leader, Toc Darkone, she knew it would not be so easy. She had to prove her worth - plead her case. What would she do? What would she say? All her weeks of preparation evaporated in a moment and Kitten found herself woefully unprepared. Was she making the right decision? Would Toc trust her? Could she succeed in the Marauders? Her thoughts a jumble of confusion, Kitten sat in the closest available chair to try and gather her thoughts. She was feeling much less like Kitten Kaboodle now, and much more like Piper Williams - scared, unsure and weak. As she looked up, desperately seeking answers she saw a large silhouette partially blocked by shadow. It was a statue, the remnant of a bygone era of the Marauders. The moonlight shone down on it's face like a ray from heaven and she could see the smirk. That confident, mocking smirk. She could feel the implant starting to hum as she approached - a low growl emanating from her throat. As she read the plaque at the bottom of the statue, the growl turned into an increasingly loud purring noise. "IN HONOUR OF OUR FOUNDER, FASTER PUSSYCAT"... even here she mocked Kitten. Even at the beginning of her grand plan she stood over her with that damned mocking smirk. She was daring her to try it. She was waiting for her to fail. She was laughing at her. The purr grew to a crescendo and the room began to shake. The statue trembled in time with the vibration until small cracks began to form. The disturbance had set off an alarm, and Marauders began to pour in from all doors, but Kitten barely noticed. In an instant, the statue shattered into a million pieces sending showers of marble slivers across the room. A man approached and grabbed her by the arm, "Who the hell do you think you are"? Kitten turned slowly and with a seductive twinkle in her eye and a curl in her lip she purred, "Call me Kitten, handsome... Kitten Kaboodle." She would erode all memory of Faster Pussycat. She would bring greater fortune to the Marauders than anyone in its history. She would no longer be second best. She would rule them all. Piper Williams was finally dead.

Squeeze

  • Power: Elongation
  • Level:Standard
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
It was a gutsy and ambitious move, but these were the sorts of risks Kitten would have to take if she were to secure her place in the Marauders. The plan had been to enter the complex by force - a quick and powerful strike which would allow the team to extract that turncoat traitor Red Rook before he turned state's evidence against several Marauder members. It was risky, and very, very public... Kitten could see that it was concerning Toc greatly and he was looking for another option. As a new, junior member, she technically wasn't even supposed to be at the meeting - for her to interject and offer to take out Rook quietly all on her own ruffled more than a few feathers. Fortunately however, not Toc's. He saw it as an excellent opportunity to test the new recruit, and besides, he could always send in the strike team if she failed and use her attempt to generate confusion. She was dispatched immediately, with a few Marauders hoping she would fail to return. The complex itself was imposing, with its high walls and ominous security. Getting past the outer perimeter was no easy feat, but a few quick leaps were all it took to reach the barred window leading to Red Rook's cell. Kitten licked her lips and let out a playful purr as she spied the hulking Russian asleep in his cot. The bars were too strong to cut through and using her killer purr would trigger the alarms - luckily Kitten had another plan in mind. Reaching her slender arm through the bars, Kitten took a deep breath. Slowly, she wedged her shoulder through and then, impossibly, her entire torso. Her bones bent like rubber as she forced her way into the cell, the silence only broken by the occasional "pop" as her pliable skeleton snapped back into place. Dropping to the ground, Kitten indulged herself in one last long stretch to give her lithe body a chance to regroup. "Too easy," she cooed under her breath.

Cat Nap

  • Power: Paralysis
  • Level:Superior
  • Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
Kitten Kaboodle prowled low to the floor as she snuck up on the sleeping traitor. She had read his file and knew what he was capable of - incredibly strong and with skin as hard as steel. Even with the element of surprise, she knew he would be a hard target to neutralize. Just as she reached the edge of his bed, Red Rook suddenly roused from his sleep. Spotting Kitten, he bolted upright in his undersized cot... "Guard-MMPH!" Kitten had placed her hand over his mouth to muffle his cries, but as he leapt from the bed his towering height lifted her off her feet. Still sluggish from his interrupted sleep, the Russian grabbed at the woman covering his mouth only to watch her bend her entire body up over his head - forcing her pliable spine to rest at an impossibly uncomfortable angle over the top of his bald cranium. As he reached up to grab her once more, his tree-thick arms were ensnared by Kitten's long sinewy legs, now dangling behind Red Rook and hooked around his elbows. As the big man struggled to free himself from the physics-defying grapple, Kaboodle twisted her torso again and looped a long arm around his thick neck, locking it with her other arm and squeezing his throat for all she was worth. The leverage gained by the sheer complexity of her contortions left Red Rook unable to move his arms and quickly losing oxygen. He stumbled to one knee as his face turned bright red and he desperately tried to shake Kitten off his imposing frame. Kitten just smiled seductively and purred quietly in his ears. "Time for a cat nap, big boy..." she whispered as she tensed every muscle and squeezed all the harder. Soon the Russian's face turned a bright shade of purple and his protests grew weaker and less frequent until finally, he no longer moved at all. With a smile, Kitten released her victim and let him slump to the floor, her body unwinding from its unnatural shape and reverting to its normal arrangement. Leaping back to the window and squeezing her body once more through the bars, Kitten winked and blew a kiss at the dead man's corpse. She knew that this would solidify her place amongst the Marauders - the first step in her glorious plan.