Katje Kanto

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Katje Kanto

Full Name: Katje Kanto, no middle name
Preferred Name or Nickname: My friends call me Kat, my sissy calls me K.
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 30
Date of Birth: February 1982
Main Character Classification - (List): Human (-ish)
Character Type: Psychic
Power(s): It's kinda complicated but I dream-walk
Sexuality: mostly straight
Side: Neutral. I'm a thief by trade, so I'm morally ambiguous
Hometown: Somewhere in England
Current Residence: no fixed abode. I gotta go where the work is.



Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Naturally dark brown but dyed a shade of purpley-black
Height: 5feet 4inches
Body Type: Slim
Distinguishing Marks: None immediately visible (see below)
Tattoos and Piercings: ears (x2 each), tongue, navel - all pierced. Tattoos - an ostrich feather and skull on her right thigh and 3 symbols down the left ribs
Vehicle (if you wish): Silver Beetle called Trixie. She's old, but she's mine.

Personal Style (write a short paragraph):
I guess you could call it comfortable. I'm most usually seen wearing jeans, a t-shirt or vest top, hoodie and flat boots. I know flats don't do much for my height, but they're easy to run in. I wear my long hair down, covered with a kitty-eared beanie, which is kind of a personal joke between me and my sister, but always have a bobble handy. I mix and match my jewellery with several rings on each hand, a mix of silver, gold and one engraved steel band; a lot of bracelets on my right wrist (I think I'm currently up to 16) and a pentagram necklace. I've been called goth and emo, because my favourite colours are black or purple, but truthfully, I just like them as colours. Oh and they're better for my work.






Likes (3 at least):
Cadbury's giant chocolate buttons,
coffee,
harmless flirting,
AC/DC

Dislikes (3 at least):
Justin Beiber,
heights,
idiot drivers,
not being told the whole story. Especially when it's something to do with my job.

Strengths (3 at least):
This'll probably make more sense when you read the "any other details" bit, but I have increased night-sight/hearing/agility. Not superhuman, by any means, but better than most humans.
Dream walking - the ability to enter someone's dreams and influence them to some degree.
Hand-to-hand/knife combat.

Weaknesses (3 at least):
Dream walking - I won't do this lightly because even the tamest dreams leave me feeling like the back end of a weekend on the sauce. Difficult ones can lay me out for 3/4 days.
Guns/knives/fists - I can be hurt or killed just as easily as any human.
Claustrophobic. It's something I can ignore, usually, but crowds get to me.
My sister, truthfully she should've come first but you never tell people what's really important. It just makes it easier for them to take it away.

Fears:
Losing people; I know what's out there and it scares me that most people don't.
Being dependant on others.
Someone misunderstanding what I really am.
Being a disappointment.

Biggest Secret(s):
What I really am. Although genetically, there's not much left thanks to people diluting the gene pool, I'm not entirely human...

Personality (write a decent paragraph):
I'd like to think of myself as a personable, get-along-with-anyone kind of person with a wicked sense of humor. Truth is, I'm probably kind of stand-offish and shy. At least until I get to know someone. I use humour as a defense mechanism and that can make me come across as kinda loud.

I don’t really like talking about myself, especially near hunters. You never know when you’ll end up looking down the wrong end of someone’s gun. Sometimes, though, I will give you too much information, just for the shock value.

I guess I’m kinda quirky, a little bit OCD. Don’t touch my stuff, seriously. Gives me the wiggins. It’s not the germs thing, it’s the fact that you just won’t put it back where I like it.

I tend to go off on a tangent sometimes too, so you might have to stop me rambling. When I’m on the job though, I’m all business. I like words, words are fabby. And I tend to anthropomorphosize things. Oooh, see. There’s a beautiful word. Anthropomorphosize.

I hate letting people down; I don't like that look in someone's eyes that tells me I'm a disappointment.




Family and Friends:
My sister, Tekka. She's just the best.
(I also have an idea for Bobby here, but I'd need to discuss that with them)

Enemies and Rivals:
Enemies? I don't know. I don't tend to get too close to people, or stick around once a job is finished. I'm pretty sure I've pee'd off some people but they haven't caught up with me yet...

Rivals - I guess the closest rival I've got is Bella Talbot, but I don't know if she's aware I exist. We've never met so it's kinda one-sided on my side.


History:
My sister and I have been alone for a long time. We never knew our father and I was 12 and she was 14 when our mother died. It wasn’t anything supernatural, she was hit by a car coming home from fetching dinner. Still, it left Tekka alone to look after me. I hated being the kid at school in hand-me-down clothes, and money was tight. Tekka had to get an under-the-table job washing dishes for less than minimum wage, in some greasy diner so I took to stealing to help feed us. I found out quickly that I was good at it so I branched out into things I could sell.

I’ve always known that supernatural things exist, hell, we’re not exactly fully human, and the cat-thing means we’re more sensitive to ghosts. Have you never seen a cat hiss at nothing? They sense disturbances in the force, Luke. Mother tried to keep us under the radar, hunter-wise. She warned us that there were people out there that wouldn’t take kindly to us and instilled in us, especially Tekka, the belief that if anyone ever found out about us, we’d be taken away and either interrogated, examined or killed, so we don’t tend to advertise ourselves or have real friends. We stick together and that's all we've ever really needed.

Tekka and I are close, although we don’t see each other as often as we’d like. She’s always texting/calling me to make sure I’m alright and I tell her when I’m working and what time I’m due back. If I don’t check in, she’ll come find me.





Other Details You'd Like to Add:
Let me tell you the legend of the Bake-Neko (and as such, what I really am) as I was told as a kid.

There was an old Japanese couple who, because of their inability to have children, treated their pet cat as they would a child. When the old man became ill, the wife walked to the temple to pray for help, as looking after her husband was getting to be too much for her. When she returned home, their beloved pet cat was missing. Later that evening a young woman knocked on their door, claiming to be their pet transformed by the Gods for the couple’s faithfulness. The young woman was welcomed by the elder, and looked after the old couple till they both passed peacefully, many years later. How much is hokum, I don’t know, but here I am.

Legends say that the Bake-Neko can shapeshift, create ghostly fireballs, like to menace (and eat) humans, can turn a corpse into a zombie by jumping over it or fly. Yeah, no. That doesn’t happen, the gene pool has been so watered down over time that we don’t have the ‘cool’ powers any more.

Legends also say that Bake-Neko can enter and influence dreams. And yeah, that is something I can do. I need physical contact the first time I do this for someone, but after that just a personal object. And no, it’s not something I do for fun. I won’t just go rooting round in your head without permission; it gives me headaches like the back end of a weekend bender at the best of times, and can lay me out for days at the worst.



Blair, Selma

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Kanto, Katje

RP Sample (required):
Kat pulled the old car into the car park of the bar, turned off the engine and sighed to herself. She needed information, money and a drink. Not necessarily in that order. The guy she had been following had entered the bar not 10 minutes ago, and hopefully he could be 'persuaded' to provide at least two of the three of tonights wants. Pulling down the car's visor, she checked her reflection in the mirror, took off her hat, fluffed her hair and pouted at herself. With a wry grin she quickly flicked the visor back up and got out of the car.

Taking a deep breath, she faced the run down hole-in-the-wall she was about to voluntarily enter and settled into her familiar loping gait as she crossed the car park. Pushing open the door, she scanned the rooms occupants and exits before making her way to the bar. Signalling to the bartender what she wanted, she put her back to the slightly tacky surface and rested back against her elbows. Looking once more around the room, she spotted her intended target but gave him no more than a passing glance. No reason to alert him to her presence too early.

Seeing a couple of guys playing pool in the corner, she picked up the bottle the bartender had left for her and sauntered over to watch, passing her mark and giving a vague smile in his direction as she squeezed past, bumping into him slightly. With her attention apparently on the two competitors at the table, she kept half an eye on 'her guy' and noticed him looking over. Smirking to herself, she schooled her face into an amused mask and raised her eyes, making contact properly for the first time. He grinned widely and raised his own bottle at her. Repeating the gesture back to him, she tilted her head towards the pool table. As he stood to make his way over, she took a deep breath. With any luck she'd be going home with the information she needed and the contents of his wallet. The game was on...



I, Katje Kanto, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.




Your name/alias: Kat
RP Experience:none, I am teh n00b
How do you prefer to be contacted: email or PM

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