he reluctant shine of the large pale moon battled ferociously in an endless fight with the glow of neon colored lights hundreds of miles below it. The cause of the innumerable lights were extraordinarily tall skyscrapers or airplanes and also the lower buildings that sat side by side by side with the streets, and shared their illuminesince in the mirrors of their ginormous glass windows. Fast paced Wind rippled past these tall structures like unseen blurs and even some past the louder, honking cars and huge trucks and bigger vans on the ground level streets slicked with moisture. Even at night, at some horrific hour, some places were still open for business strangely enough in such a large city, and people actually went out at night to their work. But their lack of fear for thugs attacking often was quenched due to their city's 'vigilante' watching over them with cold eyes.<br/><br/>The Silhouette.<br/><br/>A young, but very active character that roams the rooftops and occasionally drops crooks at the doorstep of police stations. She can be described as a female dressed from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet in thick black spandex. Her face or any skin of her body is not visible, although many know of her gender through obvious reasons.<br/><br/>She is crouched patiently on the very corner of a building, her unseen eyes and ears scanning everywhere below her. While crime is abundant here, it is hard to spot in time to stop it. Almost instantly, the spot of the mask where her ears would be changes until they resemble a Wolf's. With these aids, she now clearly hears...yelling. Or at least, sounds she can define as troublue brewing in a nearby bank.<br/><br/>What a night...<br/>==============================================================================================<br/>She usually didn't operate didn't operate during the dark of night, but then again you don't usually see random muggers toting machine guns claiming the late opening bank. The brunette landed on the roof of the building, and took notice of the lack of authorities around with a pang of relief. While helpful, it seemed that cops didn't very much like her. Maybe it had something to do with that...Daily trumpet or whatever talking trash about her on the front page. Of course she was going to prove them wrong.<br/><br/>Andrea located the skylight and with a light smile behind her mask. She of course took caution in opening one of the windows and then turning into a rather large smilodon, for she had learmed long who that this city sometimes thrusted powerful villains at her. With a short growl, she leaped down from the ceiling and onto the floor.