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Abilities: Selina is a master thief, cat burglar, master infiltrator, hacker, strategist, actress and more. She possesses uncanny and seemingly inhuman stealth capabilities and can sneak up on almost anyone as well as seemingly disappear without a trace. Selina has an inexplicable kind of empathy with felines of all types. She can soothe raging giant cats and strays will even help her in certain situations. She makes cityscapes her playground and has Parkour, gymnastics and acrobatic abilities on par with Olympic athletes. Her nimbleness and reflexes have been honed to a razor edge - known to dodge gunfire, skirt across tightropes with ease, etc. Selina has trained in myriad forms of martial arts and is an advanced hand-to-hand combatant. She blends her various disciplines together and twists them in a way unique to her. Catwoman also is an expert at employing her signature whip.
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Paraphernalia: Catwoman's costume is designed to give her maximum flexibility and movement while providing her some protection, anonymity, and stealth. Her mask covers her features, keeping her from instant recognition in her civilian identity. The material is a thick insulating cloth, protecting her from cold and wet, while being fire retardant. There is a communicator and radio scanner built into her cowl and her goggles have nightvision and infrared modes. Catwoman's gloves contain special retractable claws which are formed of a strong steel that extend from and retract into her gloved fingertips when she triggers pressure switches. They can shred a bullet-proof vest, punch through an aluminum frame car door, or dig into porous surfaces to climb. Catwoman is highly proficient in the use of her whip. She employs a 12 foot long, black leather braided bull whip that is bound around her waist when not in use.
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Weaknesses: Catwoman loves the rush of adrenaline that danger puts her in, which makes her take unnecessary risks or put herself in ill-advised positions. Selina is a mortal woman with all of the frailties that that entail. She is susceptible to disease, illness and injury.

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Selina Kyle's early life was defined by tragedy. Born into the crime-ridden East End of Gotham City, when she was still a girl her brutalized mother Maria committed suicide. Shortly thereafter, her father drank himself to death. Selina was separated from her younger sister, Maggie, and placed in the Sprang Hall Juvenile Detention Center; an abusive state home for orphaned and/or delinquent girls. Selina quickly escaped Sprang Hall, though, and became a pickpocket on Gotham's streets.
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She toured with a carnival briefly, but soon left, using the skills honed there to increase her success at petty theft in Gotham. She just as briefly joined a gang of children pickpockets. As a young woman Selina began prostituting herself in the East End as a means to survive. She took a girl named Holly Robinson under her wing, defending her from their pimps. Once, after being beaten by them, Selina was sent by a GCPD Detective to legendary boxer Ted Grant, who taught her extensively in hand-to-hand combat.
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After seeing Batman for the first time, Selina was inspired and created her own persona: Catwoman. She beat her pimp and left her life of prostitution, funded by her masked antics, taking Holly with her. She broke into the socially elite circles of Gotham, secretly made wealthy from her thievery. In-costume she began a flirtatious back-and-forth with the Batman, while out it Selina Kyle started dating Bruce Wayne on and off again.
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As years wore on, Selina found her conscience playing more and more on her heart, helped by repeated run-ins with, and team-ups alongside the Batman. Holly moved on with her own life, and Selina reconnected with her sister, Maggie. Moreover, she became something of a defender for the East End, toeing the line of vigilantism.

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The pawn shop was quiet, and lit only by a few outlying bulbs to make its interior seen from the street to discourage attempted burglary. As far as pawn shops went, it was a fairly nice one. When you took into account that that pawn shop was in Gotham City, its impressiveness increased. Then, adding on top of that that it was located on the fringes of the East End, it was a goldmine. The establishment had connections to the mob, actually, which was probably why it remained mostly safe from harm - the owner's brother-in-law was a noteworthy member of it, or something along those lines.
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The Gotham night, visible through the front windows, carried on in sinister shadow while the shop's valuable inventory rested behind locked, bulletproof glass. That is, until a flash of yellow light and a swirl of mist the same color enveloped the center of the room. With a faint sigh, the phenomenon dispersed as quickly as it had congealed, revealing three people. Their hoods were pulled low, their faces covered in scarves and eyes hidden behind sunglasses. They even wore baggy clothes to disguise height, weight and build.
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"C'mon, we gotta get movin'!" The one that spoke elbowed the smallest of the three, who also happened to look the most nervous. "Get the stuff out so we can bag it," he urged. The anxious one moved to a glass counter within which lay jewelry on threadbare velvet. With a hesitant gesture, the valuables were veiled in the same yellow mist and light from before. Another curtain of the stuff curled over the top of the counter, and when it was gone the jewelry rested in easy reach. "Aw &#$@ yeah," the one doing the ordering said. He moved in and opened a duffle bag to begin scooping the items into it.
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Except, when his hand was about to fall into place to sweep the items off the counter into his possession, the air split with a crack. The end of a cat'o nine tails whip was curled around his wrist, keeping him from proceeding. "I get that you're trying to start out small," a voice interrupted. The three turned their heads in unison toward the back of the store, where Catwoman stood, one hand holding the handle of her whip, the other propped on her hip. "But this is the third place you've hit in the East End. My East End."
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The hoodlums were stunned, which offered Selina time to monologue just the barest bit. While she spoke, however, the third of their number - the one that neither transported them there, or gave orders - tried to flank her. He rushed in with both fists ready. Catwoman released her whip's hold on the leader and unleashed a neat kick to his solar plexus, stunning him, then another to his temple: he fell in a heap on the floor. The click of a gun cocking brought her attention back to the head of the three. Selina scowled at the firearm pointed at her.
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"Rude," the Cat chastised. The twitch of her wrist let her whip crack the air open again, this time hitting the knuckles of the laden hand. Reflexively, he pulled the trigger, but Selina was already ducking to avoid the discharge. After firing off a shot, which embedded harmlessly in the back wall, the idiot dropped the weapon - just like Catwoman knew he would. Another lash of her whip sent the gun skittering out of reach and then she was upon him. Two decisive hits, one to the chest, another to the shoulder, stunned him and then Selina grabbed the side of his head and connected it forcefully to the glass top of the nearest display. The glass cracked, but didn't shatter. He slid to the floor with a groan.
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The Cat turned toward the last of the three, who had backed up against another display case during the scuffle. "Hopefully you're smart enough not to try something. You've seen what that gets you," Selina gestured to the two battered thieves. "Kit! Get rid of her," the loud one murmured from the floor through his pain. Catwoman looked to him, then back to the smallest person - this Kit - but they were already gesturing with shaking hands at her. "Well, fu-" Selina was gone in a pulse of golden light and swirling smoke.

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PLAYED BY RIME

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portrayed by baccarin, morena.