Black Widow.

Personality: Black is in many ways as deadly as her name suggests. One of her main weapons is her incredible intelligence. Her memory is excellent, almost photographic, and so is her capacity to assess and react to many different sources of information and react with deadly efficiency and rapidity. She responds very quickly to changes around her, and her reaction time is amazing honed from years of practice and necessity. She has great awareness of her surroundings, and almost nothing escapes her attention. Another facet of her is her ability to manipulate other creatures. She is a master at masking her true emotions, something she does to perfection, to the point where it comes naturally and she never shows what she is really feeling, except on rare occasions. She is incredibly perceptive, and can read faces with great skill, often using this to her advantage to manipulate others to get something she wants. Black can manipulate just about anyone to do her bidding or to get information with her excellent knowledge of behaviour and her ability to be an incredible actress, able to assume her false identity to perfection. Unfortunately, although she can read others easily, she is incompetent at connecting with herself, to what she is truly feeling. Emotions are a weakness to her, and she has difficulty dealing with any kind of sentiment, which is why her anger is often explosive and happiness is hard to come by. She is cautious and sly, always working from the shadows, taking down organisations from the inside out. Black is a logical cat. She thinks methodically and everything she does, she makes sure nothing can go wrong. She pursues perfection avidly, meticulous in everything she does and determined in her actions. This makes her a gifted strategist and a great tactician, two qualities she uses in planning her assignments. Unfortunately, it also means that she can be overbearing, correcting others and changing things until it is perfect. In the midst of battle, she can be downright ferocious, ruthless and merciless nothing like the calm and collected creature she usually portrays herself to be. Despite this, she is a strong leader, excellent at keeping calm under pressure and issuing orders effectively. Nothing fazes her, she is always calm to the point of being cold. At times, this female can be very stubborn when it is a subject which she cares about. Her true self is a cold and calm person, forged by her past into a deadly killer. She is fiercely independent, and has trouble working with groups larger than two or three others which she knows well. She thrives on a job well done, which often means that she has difficulty accepting defeat and accepting her mistakes. Despite all of this, Black has a side of her that she hides at all costs. To a select few, she can actually be friendly, and to only one, Hawkeye, she can be caring.


Appearance: Black Widow is a lengthy, lean figure. Much longer than she is tall, her bone structure is strong but not massive. Her joints and tendons are highly mobile and elastic, giving her an incredible amount of flexibility and motion range. The muscles that cover her body are lean and toned, possessing a surprising amount of strength for her size. Her legs are long, but strong, her paws are just the right size for her limbs. Her claws are quite long, hooked and always kept razor sharp. Her overall form is very feminine. She has curves at just the right places, giving her a very desirable appearance that she uses to her advantage. Over her muscles is a layer of sleek, shiny fur, of a black like a night of no stars. This short fur is comfortable during the summer, but sometimes lacks thickness during the winters. You won't see an ounce of white on this lovely creature. She keeps this pelt constantly clean, as it is an essential part of her skills as a manipulative creature. Her tail is long, helping her with balancing. For her face, you could say she is a thing of beauty. Her delicate traits go very well with her slim figure, and her fierce yellow eyes often have an almost hypnotic hold on others, especially males. Although small, Black is a force to be reckoned with in battle. Having large lungs, she has excellent stamina and her longs legs give her a great amount of speed. Trained to battle since her youngest age, she has learned to use her incredible agility and balance to master moves that would make an aerialist proud. Her entire body has been trained to peak performance, making her considerably stronger than the average female house cat, and a lot more agile. She has learned to use her lithe body to creep up on other creatures, to hide and gather intelligence, and to assassinate her targets. She has mastered almost a dozen fighting styles, which she uses in a mix and match during battle. Her size though, is her principal weakness. She could never dream to take on large dogs without some kind of aid, whether it be in the form of another creature or a tool from her surroundings.



History: Black Widow has had a very unusual life.

It was early spring when Black was born, on a grey, gloomy evening. The place of birth was not Hexasol. In fact, it was a city nearby. Not affected by the war that was going on in that city, like other, closer cities were. Even though she was born in a place of peace, Black was destined to be trained as if there was a full blown war going on. But for now, she was just a kitten, mewing for milk as she crawled her way to her mother's underbelly. If she had siblings, she doesn't remember.

Her first two weeks were uneventful. She lived like a normal kitten, protected by her mother and father, cared for, nurtured. From a tiny, newborn kit, she had grown strong and healthy into a crawling, continuously hungry kitten. Her name at the time was not what it was now, but the young she-cat was too young to remember it.

Then, a terrible thing happened. A fire broke out in the building they used as a den. It was a large building, with several stories, and their den was at the very bottom. This was probably why she was the only survivor, because her parents didn't know what was coming until the very end. Part of the ceiling collapsed on top of the small family, burying the father. The mother, her instincts kicking in, saved Black, then went back in. No one knows why, but her mother went back into the flaming building, and never came out. Widow, left out in the cold, had no one left. Her short life almost ended that night. But luck decided that she was to be saved. A dog pack took her in, and her caretaker was a male, by the name of Peter. He named her Black Widow, because of her pitch black colouring. Her new home was a very peculiar pack. They had a very military mindset, where discipline and bravery were valued above all. The pack had only a few members, and every member of the group was a spy or assassin for hire.

From that point on, she was trained to be a spy, an assassin and a warrior. Her master was Peter, which was the best assassin in the pack. He was a small dog, but lithe and agile, and he taught everything he knew to the young female. Being a cat, she had a level of agility, flexibility and balance that any dog could only dream of, and the dog taught her to use that to her advantage. At only a few months old, she had become a deadly apprentice, surpassing the other trainees with her desire for perfection. She often practised during her free time, honing her skills to the perfection she wanted and needed them to be. It had all become so easy. She had mastered several styles of fighting and many tricks of assassination, had learnt to know the infinite variants of cat and dog behaviour, had learnt to slink in the shadows to conceal herself, to train her body to it's peak, but mostly, how to use her strengths to her advantage. Delighted with his apprentice, Peter decided he would take her to a local spy-for-hire, which was independent from the group and the best in the trade, hoping that she would learn even more than she could ever have learnt with him.

His name was Vik, and he was a middle-aged cat, grumpy and constantly annoyed. He was a master at staying undetected, but wasn't very good with people. He taught her, rather reluctantly, all the skills he had that she didn't, and in exchange, she taught him how to charm people into giving him what he wanted. She was almost a year old now, and her body was full grown, taking on the feminine curves that she learnt to use so well. Her training was complete, and she could now serve the pack.

The pack in question had a personal conflict with another pack in the territory, who had decided they wanted the resources on the packlands for themselves. Black came into play, infiltrating the enemy pack, befriending it's members, pretending to be an escapee from their prison, desperate for revenge. She played the game, got them to trust her, and when the moment was right, she brought the whole pack crumbling down from the inside out. Her clever assassination of it's leader cast the pack into disarray, a chaos that she used to eliminate the other members of the pack. Her first major success earned her high esteem within the pack, something that she came to cherish and seek with avidity.

Another year passed, and she had many other successes. Her talent grew, and so did her experience. Her name became synonym of death, and so the she-cat learned to use different identities for herself, gaining skill as an actress and learning to play the part until the very end. She was feared, yes, and friends were hard to come by. She told herself over and over again that she didn't need any friends, and came to believe it. She became fiercely independent, always on her own. Then, she received an assignment that would change her life. She was ordered to travel to Hexasol and kill Streiter, the leader of the Lexis Tribe there. She didn't know why she had to kill him, and she didn't care. She set out for the war-ridden city, and assumed the identity of a loner wishing to join the Tribe. For a few weeks, she learnt how the tribe worked, who was on watch, when it changed, and most of all, how to kill Streiter. Her main weakness was her size. She couldn't confront the lion
head on. He was far too large. No. . . She had to use ruse against him.

She sharpened a stick with her claws until it was needle-like and hollow inside, into which she could administer a poison. She caught a black widow spider, who's venom was feared by the humans for it's power to kill quickly. She used the venom of many of these spiders, collecting it in a very small plastic bag she had found. Using a tube, she knew that she could administer the poison through the needle, and therefore kill the large lion. Only one ingredient was missing. Streiter would surely wake up when he felt the needle penetrate his body. She had to find a way to make him oblivious to the pain. She knew just the plant. In the mountains, she carefully picked aconite plants, known for numbing the skin when rubbed on it. Her plan was ready, she just had to put it into effect.

Streiter was cautious, and he had a personal guard to protect him. Slipping past them would be tricky. She made a distraction elsewhere, and the guards ran to see what the danger was. It was a classic, proven and simple method. She slipped into the leader's den, and saw him in deep sleep. She had taken care to roll in pine needles, and her scent was disguised. It was perfect. She quickly took her different poisons out of their containers, and had started rubbing the aconite juice onto the lion's skin when an experienced guard came back from the distraction. He had a hunch that it was simply to draw them away. The Lexis Tribe wasn't very good at war plans, but the few good guards they had were quite gifted at seeing through ploys. She hid, just in time, as the guard walked into the den. The lion woke up, wondering what was going on. She was trapped, there was no way out without being seen. And for the first time in her life, she was caught.

She was put in a cell, and questioned repeatedly. The female was determined and gave nothing away, but they found the black widow poison and her tools, which gave her assassination plan away. The prison guards wanted to kill her, for trying to assassinate Streiter. One of them, a large, rugged wolfhound, walked into her cell and tried to put her to death. But he had underestimated her skill. They fought, and she managed to slash him in the face badly, blinding him. The dog retreated and the other guards decided it would be better for them to do it together. Luckily, the guard who had caught her walked in, and upon seeing their intentions, demanded that mercy be shown. He let her go, and she fled into the night, embarrassed and angry that the she had been saved by the guard. But her mission wasn't finished. She still hadn't killed Streiter. The young cat tried again a few days later, only to find that the guard was waiting for her. The dog had gained the authorisation to guard from within the den, and wouldn't leave for any reason. As she walked in, he made no move to attack her.

The embarrassment flared inside her again, but she let none of it show. But his next move surprised her even more. He started talking to her, trying to convince her to let Streiter live. His words struck deeply in her heart, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him see that. Her mind was now conflicted over the mission she had been ordered to carry out. Was it really right to kill him if she didn't know why? The large lion looked serene in his sleep. Finally, she snapped that it was her decision, and her decision alone, but that she would let the lion live. She left, and returned to her pack. She didn't stay long though. Peter died of old age, and there was nothing left that she cared about. She left the group and changed city, establishing herself as a loner in Hexasol. She lived a normal life. Or at least, she tried to. The female just couldn't be normal. She had no idea how. After a while, she became an assassin and a spy for hire again, but this time acting on her own. But in a city the size of Hexasol, word travelled fast in the criminal rings. She had to change her methods slightly. Black Widow let none of her clients see her, and cultivated the mystery around her well. Whenever there was an assassination or an information leak, it was attributed to her. The normal populace of the city knew little of her, but the criminals and packs at war knew of her reputation well. Her appearance remained something of a mystery, thanks to her clever ability to manipulate the rumours of Hexasol and create illusion. Some said that she was a shadow, dark as night, others replied that she was a ghost, pearly white, and many more claimed that she had a fiery pelt of ginger.

During the next two years, she continued to work in the city, doing what she did the best: spying and killing. To her great surprise and embarrassment, she met the guard who had saved her life again, and she began to understand him more. As their conversation wore on, she discovered that she quite liked him, and their friendship was born. They met many more times after that, and their relationship became that of respect. A good friendship, the first Black Widow had ever had. Hawkeye was his name, and for the first time, Black actually cared about another creature. He brought to her a view on the world that she had never known, and for the first time, she realised that he had sparked a desire to redeem herself, not that she would let anyone know. All those lives she took. . . Some of them weren't bad people. She started to care more about who she killed, and declined contracts that targeted dogs and cats who had done little wrong.

Her work hasn't changed though, and probably never will.

Season born: Early spring


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