Kita

[Kita]

Kita Donoma Arrowkeeper

Mutant Name: Prism

Age: 24

Height: 5’ 7”

Eye Color: Dark brown

Physical Appearance: Slightly taller than the average American female, Kita enjoys keeping her body fit both on the inside and the outside. She has the trademark copper skin from her Native American heritage. Her hair is black and eyes are dark brown. She looks and is especially limber from countless hours of yoga. There is no specific preference for what she likes to wear, just what she happens to grab at the time, but somehow no matter the style she wears it looks good on her.

She has no qualms about showing off her body when a situation calls for it, or for no other reason than she just wants to. The cup size of her breasts are a comfortable 36C; not too big, not too small. These are her favorite part of her own body.

Celebrity Face Claim: Priyanka Chopra

Strengths:

• Limber
  
• Excellent eye sight
  
• Excellent balance
  
• Persistent
  
• Light on her feet
  

Weaknesses:

• Hates being caged
  
• Tends to switch loyalties according to own agenda
  
• Emotionally closed to others
  
• Apathetic toward most people
  
• Fast cars
  
• Dislikes waiting for anything
  
• Sometimes impulsive
  
• Bit of a recluse
  

Random Abilities:

• Good survival skills
  
• Very good at scaling things (rock walls, etc.)
  
• Has a horrible sense of direction if not intimately familiar with an area
  
• Decent knowledge of how a car runs and how to fix some problems
  
• Double jointed
  
• Light training in various martial arts, mostly self-defense
  
• Skilled archer
  

Mutation:

Light Manipulation.
• Absorbs, stores, and processes light.
• Capable of manipulating light externally to create illusions and even solid light constructs, as well as render herself and others invisible.
• Capable of converting her body completely into any wavelength on the ElectroMagnetic Spectrum. No physical harm can come to her in this form. This process can also be used to "reset" damage that her physical form has already sustained.
• As pure energy, she can travel at the speed of light and cross space unassisted.
• Weaknesses: Complete Darkness. Black holes. After getting fully charged, she may have a higher chance of accidentally using her power because she keeps going over full capacity. On sunny days she walks around with a low grade glow constantly on to prevent that.


History:

January 1985 is when the people say it began. A girl was born to poor parents in eastern Nebraska on the nearby reservation. The girl’s father had recently started up a new business as a mechanic to try and bring more income to the family. Her mother was a local school teacher. They named the girl ‘Donoma’ – ‘sight of the sun.’ Early that next spring, they would find out how true to that name she would be.

April 1985 is when the people say it happened. There had been several weeks worth of overcast days during the winter. The sun hardly ever shone. Deep snows blanketed the area and made it so people could hardly go outside. When the snow finally melted and new spring grass could be seen on the ground, the parents decided to take their half year old baby girl to a local park. By the time the trio arrived at the park, the baby was glowing. By the time the parents had gotten her to the hospital, she had disappeared and reappeared half a dozen times in the car. The parents had come to a conclusion they both didn’t want to accept. Their little daughter was a mutant.

July 2001 is when the people met her. Her parents had kept her restricted to their home her entire life. They didn’t treat her poorly or any such thing, but the place that was supposed to be home still felt like a prison to her. She had been home schooled until this year, when she’d graduated early. Her free time the past several years had been spent helping her father with his business, and lately she had shown interest in learning archery. Her father taught her that, too. One day, visitors unexpectedly came to the house. Ordinary people from the reservation; distant relatives. Neither of her parents was home at the time so she took a bold venture and met with the guests herself. The impromptu visit was cut drastically short when a copy of herself suddenly appeared in the doorway behind her, an unintentional illusion on her part. She had forgotten the sun was supposed to be out strong that day.

February 2007 is when the people last saw her. She had recently just turned 22 years of age. It was past time to leave home. Her parents wouldn’t be thrilled, she knew, but it was time to take control of her own life. Control over her powers was strong and she knew how to easily deal with potential problems. No matter the weather now, she always kept a slight glow on her skin to counteract the off chance her battery would “overcharge,” so to speak. If her body contained too much stored energy, accidents could happen. She had kept up with her sort of apprenticeship working with her father on cars and the archery lessons from him. Quite proficient at both now, she figured it was time to strike out on her own.

Report of Mutant Capture:

Times like these she loved being a mutant that could control or turn into light. The city was under the influence of a large power outage. With a sustained glow from her body she didn’t need to worry about bumping into anything in her small apartment while the darkness deepened as the sun went below the horizon. The shining orb in the sky had been unbearably bright the entire day. It had caused her to have a brighter than normal luminescence in order to keep her reserves of energy from overflowing. Now that the sun was getting ready to settle down for the night, her level of luminosity was at its accustomed level. Anyone that caught a glimpse of her through one of the apartment windows would just think she carried several candles wherever she walked.

Still, the outage didn’t keep life from going on. She had work tonight, as she did every night. Working at a club was what it took to make the rent in a place like this. Donoma quickly changed into her server’s uniform and took a swift glance at her reflection in the mirror. She always thought the uniform looked like the long lost love child of the classic “little black dress” and poodle skirts. The thing was hideous and it was beyond her the reason why she subjected herself to the torture of wearing the thing daily. A small nametag announced her to be “Kita,” a nickname a few of the bouncers at the club gave her. It was what they had begun to call her after she had threatened to stab their eyes out with arrows if any of them ever called her “Kitten” again.

Kita was just about to reach for her purse and keys when there was a knock at the door. A look at the clock told her it was late for human visitors to be calling. One of her neighbors was a fellow mutant that was also in the closet about the information. Could it be him? Another knock sounded, with the pounding more insistent. Nope, that wasn’t Benjamin. He was never this annoying. The glow from her body gone, she appeared completely human as she answered the door with a glare at the first person she saw on the other side. The group was all male, that she was sure of. A few had on helmets with visors that covered their faces. The rest wore some sort of funky looking sunglasses.

Who wore sunglasses after dark? In a power outage, no less? They were all dressed in black armor. Several, if not all had weapons. Who were these guys? Military? Likely. That could only mean they had found out about her somehow. The reason didn’t matter. All that mattered was how to get rid of them without injuring herself. She didn’t give a rat’s behind what happened to them, or others in the building. If she’d learned anything in her entire life, it was people were not trustworthy; if anything within the past two years, she’d learned that the best end to any day was when she was the survivor.

Kita prepared to make a break for it, willing her body to turn into pure light energy…but nothing happened. In her attempted charge away from the group of men, she ran further into the apartment. It was small enough that a couple of them closed in quickly, one of them catching hold of her wrist in a painful hold and another throwing a blindfold across her eyes.

[Mara Ackart]