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Bishop, Kate
Topic Started: Apr 25 2013, 02:23 AM (3,798 Views)
Kate Bishop
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BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AFFILIATION: Others (NYPD)

FULL NAME: Katherine Elizabeth Bishop
CODENAME: Nothing that’s stuck so far
NICKNAMES: Kat, Kay, Rich Girl, Hunger Games, Weapon-Woman, Task-Mistress, variants of Hawkeye (Hawkingbird, Hawkchick, Hawkette, etc); a few press references used ‘the Archer’, Trickshot or Hell’s Kitchen Hit-Girl

CURRENT AGE: 22
DATE OF BIRTH: September 9th, 1991
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BASE OF OPERATIONS: New York City
Penthouse apartment on Central Park West
Midtown North Precinct Police Station
A (supposedly) disused Bishop Publishing warehouse in the Red Hook docklands area (visual reference)
TIME AT INSTITUTE: Not Applicable
REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? No …or at least not yet
HOMETOWN: Queens, New York City
KNOWN RELATIVES:
Derek Bishop (father)
Eleanor Bishop (mother, deceased 2009)
Susan Bishop-Weinberg (sister)
James Weinberg (brother-in-law)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5'5"
BUILD: Lean, athletic, built like a 90s Linda Hamilton
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black, mid-back length, naturally wavy
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Three inch scar on her upper left thigh. She’s usually carrying a few scrapes or bruises at any given time
CLOTHING STYLE: Although she could afford anything that takes her fancy, Kate tends to steer away from expensive labels and sticks to practical items or sports gear. She’s not averse to tarting up if the occasion calls for it but even then, Kate will opt for bold, simple designs rather than elaborate bling.
UNIFORM: As a police officer during working hours Kate wears the same ‘smurf suit’ uniform as every other officer with hair tied back in a braid.
The items that could be described as a uniform for her vigilante activity are a black leather bomber jacket with zipped sleeves, purple one-way m/c goggles, steel toecap boots, black Kevlar-weave jeans, various plain purple or black tops (depending on weather), purple archery gloves and left arm brace, neoprene thigh holsters for knives and Tonfa, old-school utility belt, arrow quiver and a white cotton scarf that doubles for a face mask/air filter or hood.

POWERS

She aims good. Well that’s what it says in Wanted Canons! And she has vast amounts of money - Tony Stark’s proven that wealth is the best superpower.

She also plays the cello.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION:

Kate is a baseline human with no mutation, alien heritage or meta-human augmentation. What she does pack is a combination of natural skill, rigorous training, obsessive study and a phenomenal family fortune that has bought her the best instructors available and resources to acquire hardware. Ms Bishop has attained peak human stamina and agility, above average human reflexes, expert marksmanship and swordsmanship AND has a personal armoury of customised arrows, darts, blades and gadgets.

Education & Training:
Kate’s police training involved classroom instruction on criminal justice, constitutional and state law, civil rights and accident investigation plus her introduction to patrolling, traffic control, firearms (a Smith and Wesson 5946), first aid/emergency response, tactical driving and self-defence using pepper spray and telescopic baton. Prior to enrolment, Kate had a high grade average, notable aptitudes in both industrial arts and chemistry, and enough of a vocabulary to get by in French and German.

Physical Skills:
In her early years Kate showed great promise in hobbies like swimming and ballet. Her natural grace and fluidity of motion were carried over to gymnastics and parkour when Kate’s focus switched. Archery was another sport Kate practised from an early age, and by her mid-teens she was displaying Olympic-level skill. After being attacked, Kate added traditional boxing, karate, aikido and kenjutsu to her studies and through obsessive training has become a talented martial artist.

Around the time she began focusing on martial arts, her pre-existing interest in archery and sharpshooting led her to study the knife throwers, magicians, escape artists and contortionists of American Vaudeville. While pulling off trickier and trickier arrow shots she began practising lock picking and escape from various restraints to the extent where most handcuffs, straightjackets and low-end security systems now pose only a moderate obstacle to her.

Equipment:
In addition to her archery, Kate is fluid in the use of many weapons from her martial arts training; notably battle staves, katana and tonfa which she now carries as part of her vigilante kit. Her boots are equipped with hidden three inch blades that can be flicked out from the toe-end of the soles and she carries a range of throwing knives, blow darts and lock picks.

Over the course of her police instruction she was required to train with a gun: she picked the Smith & Wesson and showed that her phenomenal hand-eye coordination could make bullets just as accurate as arrows. But this is her least favourite weapon, considered fit for police work only. Even on duty she keeps a few concealed blades, picks, darts and tracking devices as a preferable go-to.

Kate’s compound bow is one of the finest money can buy, expertly crafted to give her incremental control over the force and trajectory of the arrows she fires. It can be collapsed, slung against her back and covered by her jacket if need be. Through a little smuggling, personal tinkering and shadowy commission work she has created a range of customised arrows, giving her more options in the face of superhuman assailants. A system of magnetic locks and clips allow her to equip specialised heads rather than just standard metal points:
• Syringe tips can be used to deploy tranquiliser, toxins or any other liquid Kate aims to inject into a target. She carries a small variety of needles ranging from surgical steel to adamantium that she can switch out depending on whether she is aiming to pierce, for instance, a human rump or a self-sealing fuel tank.
• Bomb tips allow her to deploy small exploding bundles of acid, smoke cover, tear gas, extinguisher foam, quick-set putty (for jamming machinery) or pure explosives (impact detonated or timed with either magnetic latches or adhesive gum). The strongest explosive she carries falls just short of the equivalent to a hand grenade.
• Grapple tips are mechanised heads with two small side blades that release on impact. The intended purpose is to latch into masonry or scaffolding with an abseil wire attached for ascent/descent via fittings on her gloves; but Kate found out during one particularly brutal encounter that the grapple tips also cause a crippling amount of damage when used as weapons.
• Flashbang tips combine a powerful flare with a concussive sonic blast
• Tail tips will impact a specific target and leave a tiny piece of the head behind to act as a tracking device or deliver a slightly larger bug for remote eavesdropping
• EMP tips create an electromagnetic pulse to disrupt electrical equipment in the vicinity once impacted
• Screamer tips create a sonic effect when fired, designed to affect assailants with sensitive hearing or to act as an alarm, distraction or aural flare
• Plug tips are designed to fit into a technological target such as a USB or firewire port & deliver a software payload from a memory stick inside the arrow shaft
(Kate will be starting off with some basics and arrange development of the more technologically advanced arrows and mechanised quiver in-game with Horizon Labs – cleared with David)

WEAKNESS:

Having no superpowers puts her at an obvious disadvantage against those with super-human abilities. Being underestimated can play to her ‘sapien’ strengths but relies on being in a position to exploit such situations. She may be strong-willed and skilful, and there are various bullet-proof or fire-proof materials she can make use of but ultimately there’s nothing intrinsic to her being that would spare her from any kind of physical or psychic attack. She has a natural immunity from Tuberculosis inherited from her mother and a deliberately built-up tolerance against low end arsenic-based poisons (she heard it could be done so she did it); but is obviously still vulnerable to all other toxins and diseases.

Her elite, security-conscious upbringing meant Kate missed out on many experiences other teenagers would consider a rite of passage. Most of her expectations about the lives of others are based on less-than-reliable media portrayals. Her obsessive training tendencies and a fixation on ‘being the best’ have only added to the problem, leaving her socially blinkered with very few relationships that aren’t family, teachers or professional colleagues.

The fact that she has crammed more intensive training into the last eight years than most could manage has made her too cocky for her own good, sometimes ignoring good advice or taking careless risks. And of course, growing up the daughter of a multi-millionaire meant she didn’t often have to hear the word “No”. She isn’t spoilt but has an immense capacity for stubbornness and can be blunt or insensitive without meaning to be. She rarely backs down from a challenge, which can be infuriating. Trusting her own instincts, Kate will do what she thinks best without necessarily checking or explaining; and when she doesn’t accommodate the opinions of her elders and betters it has the potential to make her a liability.

She is somewhat disconnected from the financial issues regular people face on a day-to-day basis - for instance many cadets in her class struggled to raise the required $1,300 or so for books, gun belts, dress blues, night sights and other ‘battle rattle’… Kate didn’t even have to give the expenses a second thought. Her sister Susan’s excessive lifestyle has, so far, diverted media attention away from Kate but she is somewhat socially isolated at work by the economic gap. Her superiors are bound to keep her family connection confidential but she is still quite guarded on the issue. It isn’t helped by the fact that many of her colleagues are a lot older, having needed time to attain financial security before enlisting.

Lastly, the weapons she carries are only finite. Many of the arrows require at least a little preplanning before she can fire them and sometimes she just has to improvise with whatever she has left over or whatever she has drawn and ready. Without the cover of stealth to give her prep time, the effectiveness of some of the trick arrows can be compromised.

PERSONALITY

It’s an odd contradiction that Kate wishes to uphold the law as part of the NYPD but frequently breaks the law as a fledgling vigilante. It’s possibly tied into the urge to do everything herself. But both approaches were born from a malleable set of ethics and a strong sense of justice – separate rules governing means and ends, as far as Kate’s concerned. She feels compelled to help others who might suffer as she did. As a police officer Kate wants to make herself available to victims and witnesses (human or mutant) who might otherwise be swept under the rug or bullied. As a vigilante, Kate is seeking to directly tackle crime (particularly in Hell’s Kitchen and Mutant Town) that regular detectives are ill-equipped for or turning a blind eye to.

Although Kate enjoys meeting new people she handles most interactions in terms of a learning opportunity rather than letting herself enjoy the simple pleasure of human contact. She is fiercely loyal to those she has fallen into relationships with but solitude is Kate’s default state and she rarely succumbs to loneliness. When approached she is friendly and caring, happy to offer herself up as a protector or sympathetic ear for those in need, but doesn’t actively pursue new friends or lovers. She isn’t much of a ‘sharer’ about her own problems - she pays a professional psychotherapist to deal with her own baggage.

Kate is a quick learner, part of her cockiness means taking what she is taught and putting her own spin on it. Her ability to think outside the box can yield surprising results but while on duty tends to earn her criticism rather than praise. She might seem impulsive when challenging rules or orders but actually has a good level of patience as long as she’s doing something her own way (with an obsessive level of focus for practising new skills). She constantly tries to challenge herself and has an unshakable resolve in regards to any personal goal she sets herself.

Kate took the sensible step of starting therapy to address her own issues, and has done her best to emerge from anxiety, guilt, grief and depression as a stronger person, better poised to help others and set a positive example. But there is a chunk of Kate’s emotional fall-out that is still bottled up. She rarely acknowledges it, but there is a simmering anger helping to fuel her actions, lurking just beneath the desire to aid and protect. It is part of what makes her courageous and can help her focus, allowing her to pull off her most stunning feats of marksmanship. But when raw nerves are struck that anger can make her lash out with surprising viciousness.

HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE

If people were asked to name one media mogul they knew by name… well they’d probably think of Rupert Murdoch and his News Corporation empire, or perhaps Infonet International Inc CEO Jacob Gavin Senior. But ask them a third time and they’d likely come up with Derek Bishop, founder and chairman of Bishop Publishing.

A New Yorker, born and bred, Derek bought a huge stately home in Astoria, Queens where he planned to raise a family with his beloved wife Eleanor. In 1986 they had their first daughter, Susan, and in 1991 had a second daughter Katherine, who became better known as Kate. After each birth, Eleanor threw herself back into her own philanthropic work to raise awareness on a range of issues. As a self-made billionaire, Derek Bishop had always been busy, journeying between New York and the secondary Bishop Publishing offices around the world. Susan and Kate were entrusted to a series of nannies and bodyguards who ferried the children to and from Brearley Girls school and generally kept them fed, watered and entertained.

The only break from this routine were the summer months where the Bishop girls were flown to Michigan, attending Interlochen National Music Camp at their mother’s behest. Kate showed little interest initially, she wasn’t an arts and crafts enthusiast like her sister. That all changed when the young girl was introduced to the sporting electives: canoeing, fencing, field games, challenge courses and the sport that would most crucially shape the rest of her life; archery.

Kate’s interest in hobbies like swimming and ballet waned, admitting she had only really attended to follow her sister’s example. She continued to practice gymnastics, her longest running after-school activity. Archery was a little trickier to carry over into term-time but she eventually got to claim a fenced off strip of her father’s expansive garden for daily target practice. The coaches running the Interlochen courses spotted her natural talent and turned her onto the art of parkour, which she was free to practice anywhere her feet could carry her.

Astoria Park was one of her favourite locations to run through, practising flips and twists on the benches and scattered architecture. At fifteen years old, she had snuck out for an ill-advised night run in the park. A misjudged flip off a tree threw her to the ground at an odd angle and she stopped to check her ankle. It was at that point that she was attacked and, at gun point, raped. She limped home in a daze, suffering severe concussion, fractured ribs, internal damage and several nasty external cuts from park brush. Covering up a broken curfew had seemed more important than getting help at the time. Kate only attended hospital two days afterwards when she had to concede that the deepest gash on her thigh needed stitches. Her sister Susan drove out to meet her there and was appalled to see the bruises and fracture x-rays. Kate got the appropriate care from the nurses but when questioned by Susan claimed it had only been a mugging since her iPod had been lost. A pair of police officers attended but Kate couldn’t bring herself to report anything but theft to them.

For most of 2007 Kate was a shadow of her former self. It was Susan who eventually issued her younger sister an ultimatum – Talk to her or talk to a therapist. Kate opted for the latter. With that support in place she was able to work back towards something resembling normal. She embraced the idea of learning from what had nearly destroyed her, but perhaps took the concept a little further than intended…

Towards the end of the year, Kate began adding traditional boxing, karate, aikido and kenjutsu to her extra-curricular activities. Her ribs had healed and she needed something to make her feel stronger, to feel in control of herself again. The more progress she made the further she seemed to come out of the shell she had crawled into. Around the same time she returned to her pre-existing love of archery with more gusto than ever before. It led her to study the trick archers, knife throwers, magicians, escape artists and contortionists of American Vaudeville, which was where she first came across mention of a renowned circus performer known as Hawkeye.

Continuing her odd self-imposed regimen outside of school time, Kate’s parents felt like they ought to be a little worried about her manic enthusiasm. But Susan convinced them that if Kate was happier running around beating up punch bags or putting arrows through coke cans, they should simply try and support her. Kate was thrilled to earn several tournament trophies and medals for top placements in her sports of choice. The fact that her parents were finally finding the time to come and cheer her on in person was just icing on the cake.

DURING APOCALYPSE
On Tuesday April 7th 2009 Eleanor Bishop left her home in Queens to attend a meeting in Manhattan. She had been asking for proposals on a better use for a dilapidated warehouse Bishop publishing still owned in Red Hook. She never made it to the conference building because it was the day Alex Summers rode out across New York to rain devastation on Mutant Town. In the guise of the Horseman War he spewed red hot nanites across the populace, boiling their blood to the point where riot and murder erupted across the city. Caught in the chaos, Eleanor called her husband while trying to help get others to safety but soon she was swept away in the wave of destruction.

Attending her final year at Brearley, Kate took off as soon as the news broke. She had to fight through the choked traffic of those fleeing ground zero, eventually picking up an abandoned motorcycle to get back to Queens. Already home, her father was still flanked by a small security detail, frantically trying to get her mother back on her cell. Her sister was there too, doing her best to direct her fiancé’s parents to the Bishop Mansion.

It was like a nightmare made real. The reports still coming through on the television looked more like scenes from “Cloverfield”. Worse still, it seemed to be a worldwide event with horror stories filtering out of Islamabad and Derek getting reports of Bishop Publishing offices in London and Paris simply dropping off the grid. Kate threatened to take her looted bike and ride back into Manhattan in search of her mother – it was only through her sister’s pleading that she stayed. Weather reports showed there was worse to come.

Some of the security detail abandoned the Bishops to search for their own families but on Kate’s suggestion two of the guards told their families to head for the mansion instead - it seemed safer than their own houses. Essentials were moved into the basement (that Derek had outfitted into a mock pub years ago) while the others arrived. In addition, Kate and her future brother-in-law James started gathering up anyone they could find in nearby houses or the neighbourhood streets. By the time the global EMP struck, a total of twenty-four people had been assembled and together they rode out the cluster of cyclones that tore through New York. When they emerged from beneath the mansion it was to find a scene of unprecedented devastation.

Eleanor Bishop’s remains were pulled up from the city ruins a week after she had died.

POST-APOCALYPSE
Outwardly, Kate did not seem as badly affected by the loss of her mother as the rest of her family. Inwardly, she was devastated. She clung to a sense of pride that Eleanor had tried to help others in her final moments. It was difficult not to feel anger towards the mutants involved but she tried her best not to generalise and continued to reserve any kind of outburst for her therapy sessions. Months passed and the family gradually started to come to terms with their bereavement, just like so many other victims affected by the destruction.

Deciding that life was too short to waste any more time, Susan and James moved their wedding forward to October, organising a lavish affair at St Patrick’s Cathedral. Some complained that it was an insensitive display of affluence when so many in New York had lost so much. Others welcomed it as a sign that life and love survived in New York after the Apocalypse. Kate was keen to point out that for the equivalent amount of money they were spending, Susan could just get married in City Hall and feed several thousand starving families in Niger. But her sister wanted the wedding she’d always dreamed about and was only sorry that their mother wasn’t there to see it.

Kate was coaxed into a long strapless number as the maid of honour and grudgingly smiled for the press and assembled guests as she carried the bridal train up the steps of the cathedral. It was all very sweet until the groom went to kiss the bride, when five men in Armani tuxedos suddenly produced semi-automatics. They asked all two-hundred guests to hand over their designer purses, wallets and jewellery. The five gatecrashers then held the entire wedding party hostage until they were granted safe passage out of the city. Just as it looked like the police were about to comply, a low-rank SHIELD team broke in to disarm the robbers. Many of the guns were confiscated but the situation went from bad to worse when the thieves’ ringleader grabbed Kate in a choke hold, threatening to slit her throat if their demands weren’t met.

Kate escaped the hold and stabbed her attacker with his own blade. The surprise proved to be enough of a distraction for the SHIELD agents to regain the upper hand. Kate actually incapacitated the ringleader herself and spent a very brief time in the media spotlight as a have-a-go hero. When she got home later that day Kate looked at herself in the mirror, looked at the bruise around her neck, at the ‘hawkeye-purple’ dress dotted with her attacker’s blood… She felt like she had finally proven something vital to herself. For the first time knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life.

Straight after finishing 12th grade Kate applied for a placement as a police cadet trainee. Much to her father’s horror (and vociferous protests) she defied all expectations and succeeded. Her written and oral psych tests might have flagged some concerns in less disadvantaged states, but she had sailed through the JST in record time and New York needed to replace the police numbers lost in the wake of Apocalypse. Kate was all set to carry out clerical work and attend Criminal Justice classes for two years, at which point trainees like herself would reach the minimum age requirement to fully enlist.

The year that Kate began her career at NYPD was also the year she assembled a second identity and entered the murky world of vigilantism. She wasn’t too sure if Spiderman or Daredevil were mutants, but public figures like Iron Man proved that you didn’t need an x-gene to take on the world’s problems. At work, Kate monitored the paperwork she was handed, looking for patterns in street crime around the city. And at least one night out of every week she took to the streets in an urban archer’s dress set, looking for trouble. The first few months passed without much incident, and was really more about getting her bearings. But then she came across her first drug dealer and managed to terrorize him into spitting up information on his suppliers that she passed back to the police via an anonymous tip. Another month and she was able to pin down a serial mugger for her co-workers on the graveyard shift to come pick-up. The first time a bewildered civilian had thanked Kate, it left her smiling for days.

In 2010 she moved from the Bishop mansion that was still undergoing renovation. She settled into her own apartment that Susan was more than happy to help arrange purchase on and decorate for her. She seemed convinced that her little sister was finally going to dip a toe in the varied nightlife New York had to offer. Kate just wanted a base closer to the clerical offices. The less time she wasted on commuting, the more time she saved for her own idea of a night well spent.

PURIFIERS
After Apocalypse, New York continued to see more than its fair share of problems with incidents on Coney Island and the Subway Blue Line; but when City Mayor Donald Faracello stepped down to hand Mathew Risman the reigns it marked the stirring of a whole new hornets nest. Kate had to attend the inaugural speech as her father’s +1 for the event. Perhaps naïve about his intentions, she agreed with Risman’s pledge “to make sure that mutantkind be policed properly within our city limits”. She was wholly unprepared for the rioting that broke out, the animosity building between outted mutants and those who sympathised with the emerging Church of Humanity.

A more tailored approach to policing was something Kate could fully endorse, the ‘Night of Broken Glass’ was wholly horrific. Even in her archer guise there was precious little she could do to help. Meanwhile, the growing anti-mutant sentiment floating around at work was starting to irk her. Dishing out the odd admonishment did little more than prompt a quieter volume on the muttered insults about genejokes and mutie-lovers. When X-Corps was attacked by humans, it was infuriating that Risman’s ‘proper policing’ just didn’t seem to go both ways.

But when the former Horseman of War was arrested for crimes against humanity, it was impossible for Kate to stay impartial. There were many nights when she considered going against everything her vigilantism was supposed to be in aid of, and she would wake up from fantasies of blood on her hands. While the world reacted to the bombing of the Xavier School and groups like the Brotherhood cried jihad, Kate found herself following Alex Summers’ trial in obsessive detail. She studied the courthouse where he was due to face charges, gathered information on likely security… looked for possible sniping positions. She never lifted her bow against the Horseman in reality though. She had no lack of audacity but knew it wasn’t what her mother would want. And in the end she had Alex Summers to thank for saving her life from Nimrod along with every other New York resident.

SKRULLS
In the wake of all the unrest caused by the Purifiers, Kate continued to juggle her roles as NYPD cadet and nameless vigilante into 2012. She squirreled away a portion of her sizable trust fund and funnelled it into buying equipment for the Red Hook warehouse her father had left fallow. The rough and ready obstacle course she built around the existing structures allowed her to push her agility to the extreme without raising the eyebrows of onlookers. And the improvised target range meant she could practise ridiculously tricky shots or test her first trick arrows out without endangering others.

Oblivious to the growing Skrull menace, Kate muddled on until May when the shit really hit the fan. Still only a police trainee, she was on shift and ordered to stay put at the Midtown North Precinct when the Skrull landed. The same thing happened when those unaffected by the Skrulls’ Complacency Wave made their move. While the wave was active Kate's urge had been to run to the defence of the alien foot soldiers. But there was no way to abandon her shift without being missed so she had gritted her teeth, helped deal with the flood of emergency calls coming in from civilians and the reports coming in from officers caught in the street-level clashes. At the time, she had firmly believed that those fighting the Skrulls needed to be put down - crime rates in virtually every sector had gone down, intolerance between humans and mutants had all but disappeared, the Skrulls were the perfect balm to keep the city from heading towards another Night of Broken Glass. When the world was returned to its right mind, Kate was truly grateful she hadn’t been allowed the opportunity to start sniping at those who repelled the invasion.

On September 9th 2012, Kate was allowed to submit her final NYPD application, the exact day she hit the twenty-one year age requirement. She underwent a twelve week finishing course at the Gramercy Park Police academy and graduated in December to be appointed to the force, entering a probationary period of active service. During the MadBombs incident, Kate was caught up in a riot at her precinct. Anger was something Kate had always been used to channelling and so the effect of the bomb fuelled her efforts against similarly enraged detainees and rogue officers. What she was unable to control was the level of brutality she brought to bare. When the smoke cleared, her colleagues were shocked by the violent behaviour the youngest officer looked to have committed. Kate had been under such a ‘red mist’ that she had trouble recalling the incident afterwards. She could only thank her lucky stars that nothing she had done resulted in a directly attributable fatality. From that point onwards a number of officers began to give Kate a wide berth or form suspicions about the young officer.

CURRENT HISTORY
Inspired by her mother, Kate has been openly working with a number of legal advocacy groups that specialise in cases of sexual violence or hate crime (unpopular with her more gene-ist colleagues). Nearing the end of her six month probationary period, Kate will no longer be saddled with constant supervision and limited responsibilities - As of May 5th 2013 she will be a fully-fledged NYPD officer of the Midtown North Precinct. Her ambition is to earn promotion to Detective on the Special Victims Squad, whilst still using her archer persona to handle things outside the law.

SAMPLE RP POST:

The Redhook Bishop Publishing warehouse
Timeframe: April 21st, 2013, late afternoon


The wraithlike woman on screen smirked and it made Kate’s blood run cold.

“Tell the folks at home your name, Daredevil!”

Although she’d changed into sweats Kate still had her blue uniform shirt on. She was just about to run herself through another rickety homemade obstacle course when her phone started to go mad. Within seconds she had a link. The video was everywhere.

The Daredevil, face beaten and swollen, turned his head to hawk bloody spit in Spiral’s face, from which she recoiled. “Burn in hell.”

She stood up, wiping the red drool from her cheek, moving to the camera, she picked it up. Daredevil started shouting something angry in the background, she smiled crazily at the lens through the man’s broken mask. “This one is free. You all get to do the rest of the work.” The barrel of a pistol came into view in the corner of the image.
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“Oh god…”

“His blood buys you a head start.” With that, the picture began to move, focusing on the man in the chair, screaming vindication and vitriol, and with a crack, blood sprang at the wall behind him, his head whipping backwards and the chair fell over, limp and lifeless.

Kate stared in shock.

Somewhere in the distance a fire truck alarm pierced the calm of the docklands before speeding beyond earshot. The derelict building surrounding her had never felt so empty, so cavernous before. Her eyes welled up but she didn’t cry. Kate never cried.

Daredevil was one of her biggest idols, an inspiration since childhood really. When she’d first started prowling around Hell’s Kitchen with a bow and arrow, she had pictured running into ‘The Man Without Fear’. It was a self-indulgent daydream but she’d always wanted to talk to him, make sure he knew that even when the press vilified him, there were some who had his back. There were people like Kate who wanted to thank him. Now she’d never get the chance.

She rewatched and rewatched, checking and cross-checking the different sources and feeds, scrutinising the video for signs of fakery. But if this was the party responsible for the MadBombs and all the carnage that had followed, who was to say they couldn’t capture one lone vigilante? Whoever he was, Daredevil had at least deserved a better death. God only knew how they were going to dump the body… maybe they’d just leave him tied to that chair until the rats found him, a lump of meat to be chewed up and shat out.

Eventually the sound of Spiral’s laughter pushed her blood beyond boiling point. She threw her phone onto the ground with an infuriated roar, shattering the screen and sending the battery skittering across the dusty concrete.

She slung a full quiver onto her back, plucked an office pen from her pocket and set up a new target using an old wooden pallet. On a section where the unmarred grain allowed, she scrawled “#killyourdemons”. She backed up as far as she thought she could realistically aim, squinting at the distant letters. Then she took another ten paces back, armed the bow and sucked in a deep, calming breath.

Walking engines of collateral damage. The words echoed in her head. How many misguided souls would she be stuck dealing with now? How many police call-outs were going to be wasted on incidents caused by these scaremongers? How many mutants were going to be torn down just because they worked at places like Horizon or X-I? …How many people were going to turn on her the second they saw the black and purple archer getup?

Shuk, shuk, shuk, shuk!

Four arrows were set loose with breathtaking speed. Four arrowheads lodged into the handwritten “#killyourdemons” on the other side of the warehouse. They struck through the o’s, the loop of the d and in the centre of the hashtag. Staring at her handiwork, it made Kate feel just a tiny bit better. The role of archer was just as integral to her self-worth as her role as police officer, perhaps more so. She wasn’t going to back down. She wasn’t about to let any part of herself be held hostage. And she sure as Hell wasn’t going to pack away the bow.

…Shuk!

A fifth arrow squarely slammed into the dot of the i.

“Can’t kill what the heroes stand for, bitch…” She muttered. If that six-armed freak ever strayed into her sights, she’d happily put an arrow straight between those creepy terminatrix eyes.
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Betsy Braddock
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I am mostly okay with this, as long as you keep in mind all the various things we talked about on AIM. Someone else might ask for changes though.

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Don't forget to post in the list updater to be added to the lists. Good job.

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