<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wdRZtNw.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br/>Natalie McKinnon</span><br/><em>Phantom Chaser</em>- 5<br/><em>Keen Senses</em>- 4<br/><em>History Nerd</em>- 4<br/>Weakness:<em>Small Town Girl</em><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a short flight.  Initially, Nat had balked at the idea of flying from Redding to San Francisco rather than simply driving down, but the powers that be at Dogpatch had insisted.  Who was she to argue?  A little less than a month ago, the college-aged girl figured that the Summit Phantom Agency in Redding was about as far as she'd get in life.  She had, after all, no particularly specialized training after she'd finished high school, and rated herself capable in a mediocre sort of way.<br/><br/>When the Dogpatch Municipal Protection Service from down south had pursued a target out Redding's way and requested Summit's assistance, working with such professionals made her keenly aware of the world of difference between the two.  Less than 24 hours after they rolled into town, she'd found the Phantom they were looking for.  That was her job, after all, and she was just doing what she was supposed to do.  The matter had been resolved quickly, and the fox-tailed girl expected things to go back to normal after the fancy big-city folk went away.<br/><br/>However, just a few days later she'd received an unexpected call with an offer so overwhelming that she couldn't refuse.  She'd felt bad at first, she'd made friends at Summit, after all.  People she knew and trusted; but even they had all told her to accept the Dogpatch position.  The farewell party was something to remember, and Nat had boarded the small jet in less than ideal shape.<br/><br/>After landing, she really didn't know what to expect.  After being pushed by the debarking crowd, she'd felt a little lost.  People stared, although that was nothing new; the vast majority of people who were Realized managed to come away relatively unscathed, with small changes to the color of their eyes or hair.  Not so for Natalie, whose ears were now pointed, fur-covered, and stood at the top of her head.  This was also to say nothing of her tail: the long, bushy appendage that was nearly as big as the rest of her.  Sometimes she could hide her ears under a hat, but there was no disguising her tail.  It had become a source of pride.<br/><br/>Meandering through the terminal, she spotted her name on a sign.  It was the sort of thing that seemed like it was out of a movie, and at first she was reluctant to approach.  The idea that art imitates life, and that this person was actually here for her soon prevailed though.  She approached, inquiring as she drew close, "you're from the Dogpatch Municipal Protection Service?"<br/>