So many choices...<br/><br/>What will the expected posting rate be, Hairy?<br/><br/>Draft so far, not yet in the finalized format:<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Draft</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iSodPv8.jpg)   </div>Pantheon: Dodekatheon<br/>God: Artemis<br/>Calling: Judge<br/>Nature: Hunter<br/><br/>Relics, powers, knacks and the like:<br/>-Hunter's eye (relic): a sterling silver orb she wears like a glass eye, its surface polished to an unnatural smoothness, that reflects the world like a small mirror.  It grants sight beyond human capability.<br/>-Rifle (relic): a fearsome, modern version of Artemis' hunting bow, this bolt-action rifle is amazingly powerful.<br/>-Speed and precision (stats): she is inhumanly fast and accurate<br/>-toughness (stats): she can take a beating that would kill a top-form boxer... not that it doesn't hurt, but she can take it.<br/>-perception: visions, the awareness of tiny clues, the incorporation of mass stimuli to see predictability in chaos<br/><br/>Background: <br/>Kate has vague dreams of the wild west, of the harbors along the Aegean, of the grit of horse-drawn New Orleans, but one thing never changes-- the intimate awareness that her hand is not complete without the grip of a weapon.  From one stormy-gray eye she stares into the world, but its missing twin's silver-orb surrogate sees so much more through its luminous lens, staring inexplicably into the depths of darkness, seeking the glinting truth of spirit in form... sighting the barrel of a .45.<br/>Born in Gravesend, England, she was lucky enough to leave it behind for London-- just before the Blitz, of course.  After so many losses and so many nights on the streets, Kate's life has been a riotous thrashing spiral to the surface, from Government service to agent-out-of pocket, and she balances the rights and wrongs of a chaotic world on the knife's edge.</div></div>