![]() ![]() | Muuuuurrrr. Which hurts more, this... or this? |
| Alias | Ms. Williamson, or Storme |
| Real Name | Elisabeth Storme Williamson |
| Species | Cheetah |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5'7" |
| Weight | 110lbs |
| Apparent Age | Mid-twenties |
| Real Age | 23.5 |
| Birth Date | May/18/67 |
| Marital Status | Single and looking |
| Personality | Ooooohh. Storme has several personas. She's a primary sociopath: almost everything she does is calculated beforehand, and not a result of a 'personality'. Her most often used persona is friendly, easy to talk to, and curious. Underneath, she's very determined, intelligent, focused, and easily bored. She obsesses easily, and lies whenever necessary with no qualms. |
| Powers | Ability to nullify superpowers/magic. This is within a certain radius, controllable by her. |
| Weaknesses | Very human. Her obsessions can get her into trouble, as can her lies. She is aware of emotions, but cannot truly understand or feel them. She will leave all victims alive if possible, and will not kill someone she's obsessing over. |
| Skills | Speed-reading, torture, good with firearms, at least the smaller ones, sewing, keeping her students interested in their psychology classes. |
| Alignment | Primary sociopath, civilian. |
| Profession | Psychology professor, SMT University. |
| Affiliation | SMTU |
| Description | All fluid feline grace, Storme may prowl, slink, or pad, but she never just walks. Standing about average at 5'7", her slight figure moves silently, her body very much under her command. A cheetah by species, her fur is a rich honey-gold on her back, shading into pure white on the insides of her arms, and down her belly and thighs. In dazzling contrast, deeply black spots cover her liberally, from small ones on her face to the larger striped ones on the end of her velvety tail. Black-streaked, golden-tawny hair is worn long, tucked up in a convenient bun. Gold-rimmed glasses perch on her nose, lending a scholarly air to her strong muzzle and wide-set green eyes. Her generous mouth hovers somewhere between a smile and a pout when not otherwise in use. Storme is dressed in silk, a short, one-piece black dress pouring from shoulder to mid-thigh over flat muscle and the three pairs of firm, scant handfuls of roundness that are her breasts. Long, muscular legs end in high-heeled sandals specially made for feet more pawlike than humanlike. With a pencil behind one ear, and a rather serious looking gun depending from the honey-leather belt at her waist, she looks pretty much prepared for anything. |
| Other Description | Dresses differently on occasion. No disguise. |
| History | Two parents, two brothers, five fish, and a dog-type family. Her personality was inborn, she experimented with both psychological and pysical stuff on all of them. Moved out early to the dorms on a scholarship, where she continued practical studies on classmates. Is now teaching, and experimenting on her students. |
| Major Events | Aug/12/72-- First kill. May/18/73-- Moved out. |
| Links | E Mail Address |