Superhero: Huntress<br/>Real Name: Helena Rosa Bertinelli<br/>Place of Origin: Gotham, USA<br/>Residence: Gotham, USA<br/>Species: Human<br/>Affiliations:<br/>Family: Both mother and father deceased, no siblings.<br/>Age: 22<br/>Sexual Orientation: Bisexual<br/>Base of Operations: Apartment she rents above a bar she likes.<br/>Powers And Abilities:  Though without any actual Superhuman powers, Helena is at the near peak of physical strength and agility for a women her size and age.  She is well versed in hand-to-hand combat and is an excellent shot with...Well, just about everything.  She of course has a special love for her signature crossbow.<br/><br/>Without Costume<br/>(http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad163/Caliesil/OdetteAnnableAV_zps94a93bf9.jpg)<br/><br/>With Costume<br/>(http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad163/Caliesil/Huntress_zps7da5b71d.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>History:  Born to the powerful mob boss Lorenzo Bertinelli, Helena grew up in a life of luxury and class.  As a child she attended balls, was bought pretty dresses and enjoyed horseback riding many days of her youth.  Archery was also a hobby of hers as well, though the ease and power of the crossbow always appealed to her.  This all came crashing down however the night her entire family was killed before her very eyes, at a wedding no less.  The assault against them being an action from within by a man of the name Steve Mandragora, a trusted man within her fathers organization.  It was misplaced trust.<br/><br/>They killed everyone.  The wives, the children, even the band got it in the end.  Anyone who had loved her father had been there, including his most powerful allies within the mob.  It was a perfect killing stroke; with the exception of Helena.  Due to her needing to use the bathroom to freshen up, and her cousins remarkable likeness to her, Helena was assumed dead with the rest of the family.  Her shacking for in the bathroom being something the hitman who found her decided to over look.  It was an act of mercy she would never truly understand.<br/><br/>Waiting until all possible noise had ceased, Helena left the bathroom and faced the blood bath below.  Oh God how she had wanted them to stop screaming when it was going on!  How she had wanted the gunshots to stop, the crying, the pleading, all of it!  All of it just had to stop!<br/><br/>Faced with that now though, that horrible silence that was death.  Helena couldn't help but cry.  She cried and cried and cried.  A sixteen year old girl, in the bloom of youth, weeping desperately in the blood of her kin.  It was a scene Helena would focus desperately on for the next five years.<br/><br/>She left Gotham, it just plainly wasn't safe.  She'd went throughout her house, finding the men hadn't found all her fathers hidings of cash, and made out of town with just less than hundred grand, and a gun.  She went to LA, posing as a want to be actress and renting a cheap apartment with a bunch of other girls her age.  Granted, some were actually 21, but most weren't.  And getting a fake ID isn't hard if you even bother to get one.  Girls who looked like Helena did, tended to not get asked there age by the men interested.  It was disgusting, but it was also a tactic she used to ply her trade, which was justice.  Not court justice mind you, no this was street justice, the kind of justice her father had dished out back home.  Helena had, had no illusions once she reached a certain age of what her father did.  And she didn't deny he was a criminal.  But he was a man of a code.  A code that good people deserved to be treated well.  And the rest...Well, forget the rest.<br/><br/>So Helena learned the skills of a vigilantly.  She learned to recognize murders and rapists by their walk and they way they looked at potential victims..  She learned (through a lot of trial and error) how to properly take a man three times your size and weight while making it look easy.  Luck had a lot to do with its in those early days, a lot of luck.  The gun had helped too, but it was to noisy.  That was when Helena had fully adopted the crossbow, the tuck-in to her boot was something suggested to her by a cop, saying if she could get the cash, then he could get something like that built.  She got the cash alright.  Helena may not be living large, but she lived well.  Murders and abusive pimps leave a lot of cash lying around.  Would be a waist just to leave it there.<br/><br/>It was while watching the news that she saw Batman, and to say the least she was inspired.  The guy really had something there, using a name to strike fear.  To swing from roof tops too was brilliant.  Why walk, when with some high tension wire and grappling hooks you could fly!  Of course in LA that was rather useless, but she didn't plan on being there much longer.  Five years was a long to plan ones revenge, but it was the time Helena felt was needed.  She still looked hot, but no one except maybe people from high-school would recognize her.  All of Mandragora goons would just throw her in as another pre-teen slut from there spank bank if they recognized her at all.  As for Mandragora, well she would make sure her recognized her when the time came.  For she would make sure he new exactly who was putting that crossbow bolt through his head.<br/><br/>Helena Rosa Bertinelli...aka, The Huntress.<br/><br/>Weapons: Two crossbows, utility belt with similar gadgets to Batmans.<br/><br/>Known Enemies: Steven Mandragora (man who killed her family)