Post by Nomz on Aug 18, 2024 5:15:03 GMT
"I'm not a hero. I'm a thief. Born a thief. Raised a thief. Will die a thief."
General Information
Full Name
Felicia Sara Hardy
Codename or Alias
Black Cat
Anonymity
Secret (Shh~)
Gender
Female
Race
Human
Age
25
Place Of Birth
Flushing, Queens, New York City, New York
Occupation/Status
Thief~
Alignment
Neutral
Factions
Self-Employed
Canon Or Original?
Canon
Powers and Abilities
Tychokinesis:This is the ability to psychically manipulate metaphysical fields of chance, and thus probability and 'luck'. Felicia can use hers to 'give' bad luck to people nearby.
Master Thief: Felicia is a skilled thief skilled in stealth, picking locks, escapology, evading alarms and cracking safes.
Olympic Level Athlete: She has reflexes, agility, and stamina of an Olympic level acrobat, and is capable of many exceptional feats. She is physically very strong and athletic and has great physical endurance.
Skilled Martial Artist: She has been trained in several martial arts; most notably Okinawa Goju-ryu Karate and Judo which she specializes in. Felicia is capable of taking on several armed assailants and incapacitating them without being injured herself. Her strength and, when pushed too far, ferocity in battle has proven to be overwhelming enough to defeat the mutant assassin known as Sabretooth.
Weapons/Items:
Cat Grapple (Built into her gloves)
Glasses that black out when pictures are taken (same as the lenses in her mask)
Smoke bombs
Tool Kits for hacking safes~🖤
Equilibrium Earrings: Felicia wears earrings obtained by the Tinkerer that interact with the balance centers of her brain to grant her enhanced agility and balance, increasing her natural bodily equilibrium and allowing her to accomplish feats beyond the capabilities of the finest human athlete.
Appearance
Visual Appearance
Physical Appearance
Felicia stands at a demure 5'6, even in her heels. Without them, this cat falls down to 5'3. She has the body of an active athlete, staying on the gymnast side of things. Her iconic white hair trails down past her shoulders and only those lucky enough to go home with her know it is a wig. While her natural hair is platinum blonde, she keeps the white wig to lessen the amount of DNA left behind. The best criminals are the ones never caught. Her eyes are a steely grey color, as if all of the blue in them had been forged into something stronger.
Clothing and Armor
Felicia's current outfit is of a black, flexible material. There are armor platting in places like her knees, the backs of her wrists, and around her abdomen. These were added and upgraded from her original skin-tight, all black outfit. One can only take so many hits before they learn to cover themselves. The lenses of her mask have infrared blocking material. This helps prevent her face from being photographed or recorded. They also have the ability to shift with the lighting much like photochromic glasses.
For her daily wear, she tends to stick to comfortable clothes when at home or at the gym. Often sporting tank tops/crop tops and sweats. When she is out and about town, she wears whatever will blend in the best with the crowd. She goes to such lengths to avoid being recognized. You never know when you might be standing right next to Superman or Spiderman.
Physical Appearance
Felicia stands at a demure 5'6, even in her heels. Without them, this cat falls down to 5'3. She has the body of an active athlete, staying on the gymnast side of things. Her iconic white hair trails down past her shoulders and only those lucky enough to go home with her know it is a wig. While her natural hair is platinum blonde, she keeps the white wig to lessen the amount of DNA left behind. The best criminals are the ones never caught. Her eyes are a steely grey color, as if all of the blue in them had been forged into something stronger.
Clothing and Armor
Felicia's current outfit is of a black, flexible material. There are armor platting in places like her knees, the backs of her wrists, and around her abdomen. These were added and upgraded from her original skin-tight, all black outfit. One can only take so many hits before they learn to cover themselves. The lenses of her mask have infrared blocking material. This helps prevent her face from being photographed or recorded. They also have the ability to shift with the lighting much like photochromic glasses.
For her daily wear, she tends to stick to comfortable clothes when at home or at the gym. Often sporting tank tops/crop tops and sweats. When she is out and about town, she wears whatever will blend in the best with the crowd. She goes to such lengths to avoid being recognized. You never know when you might be standing right next to Superman or Spiderman.
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual🖤
General Personality:
Not many people can truly be summed up into a few words. If someone tried to sum up Felicia, 'greedy adrenaline junkie with a prideful streak' would be fairly accurate. Black Cat is not a thief due to any sad or tragic tale. She steals because she wants to. She finds great joy in the excitement of a heist and Felicia is ever chasing that high of barely escaping detection and trouble.
Under that, Felicia is a person. She isn't good and she isn't bad. While she wouldn't help a little old person climb the stairs up to their apartment, she's more than content to help with small things like holding doors or actually using the zipper method in traffic.
And, maybe, if she knew the Spiders were on the other side of NYC and this person needed help....maybe she may have helped once or thrice. Not that anyone would ever dare speak a word of it and certainly everyone knew not to let the Spiders know Black Cat did something nice.
Face/Voice:
Lucy Boynton
Anything Else
Character's History
Mother:
Lydia Hardy (mother)
Father:
Walter Hardy (father, deceased)
History:
Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, is the daughter of the infamous cat burglar Walter Hardy, she inherited not only his skills but also a penchant for the daring world of theft. While she had tried to do as her father asked and go to college, there was always that lack of something in her life. That something was the thrill of the heist.
She was quick to give up the typical civilian life in favor of following in her father's footsteps, much to his dismay. On one particularly hazardous mission, she is saved from police custody by the timely intervention of her father's mentor, Black Fox. Seeing that the daughter of his pupil was on her way down their path without a guiding light, he took her in. She was trained by Black Fox alongside fellow thief Tamara Blake and although the latter was better than Felicia, Black Fox favored Hardy due to her having genuine joy in theft and not being in it for just the money.
After amassing a fortune in stolen items, Felicia chose to adopt a costumed identity to make the chase more dangerous. The best thieves are often the ones you never hear about. She wanted to prove that she would be one of the best while also being known. It was during these years that she first came across Spider-Man.
He was in his symbiote period, darker and more ruthless than the friendly neighborhood cape that everyone gushed over. It was undeniably attractive and had that element of danger that she oh so loves. She would never call what they had a relationship, not in any meaningful way. He wasn't himself and even she could tell something was happening. When it came to a head, she simply parted ways with him, content to go back to their little games: him, wanting to redeem her, and she, ever ready to lead him around.
Years down the line, Felicia finds herself ever so slightly toeing the line. She is a thief at heart. Born a thief. Raised as a thief....but, sometimes, she finds herself doing something good. Something for someone else. It is an odd situation to be in most days. On a rare day, it feels like it is exactly where she needs to be.
Role Play Sample:
The door clicks shut and, without skipping a beat, tired hands twist the lock into place. Felicia sighs as her fingers dig under the edge of her wig, pulling it off and tossing it onto the counter. She knows she'll regret not putting it away properly later, but that is a worry for Future Felicia and, honestly, Future Felicia can get fucked.
Early morning light streams through her curtains, as she sheds the layers of her suit with the eagerness of someone coming from from a long shift. Her back stretches, popping as she reaches up to turn on the ceiling fan in her living room. The sudden airflow causes her only companion to complain, still half asleep.
"Oh, did I wake you, Peter," Felicia coos as she approaches him on silent feet. One eye opens a crack to take in her appearance before he turns away from her. A pout forms on her lips as she leans down closer to him. "Aww. Don't be like that. I didn't mean to wake you."
Her words fall on deaf ears and Felicia pauses, thinking about how she can best make it up to him. Her eyes land on the fruit bowl sitting so innocently on her countertop. She's smirking as she walks over to the bowl, fishing out a knife from a drawer. "Oh, I suppose you don't want any of this mango then, huh?"
There is a pause and then Peter asks, "Mango?"
"Mhm. Mango. You don't want any," she says, smirking to herself.
"Mango." The question is now a demand.
"No Mango."
"Peter. Mango. Please," he trills at the end with excitement. Felicia smiles happily at her companion, coming back over to his cage with pieces of cut fruit in her hands.
"Okay, my love. You may have some," she coos quietly, feeding the grey parrot through the bars of his enclosure. Peter moves as if he has never been fed a day in his life and gratefully eats the mango. "Such a good bird."
