But before I get into that, let me give you some background history.
Once uponm a time, deep in the southland, my name was Cynthia Birddell. Since then it's change several times. Through out the years the one name that has stayed with me is Mania, though not everyone has known me by it. Most recently I have become Kathleen Meyer, or Kat for short.
I was born in a small town near the Blue Ridge Mountians. It consisted of a post office, an elementary school, and a gas station. It was very close knit community that excluded me and my mother do to a physical mutation on my part. I don't harbor any bitter feelings about it; prejudice was simply a sign of the times.
When I was nine, several government agents came to our home make my mother an offer. They wanted me to return with them so they could study my genetic make-up in attempt to find out what had caused my mutation. She politely refused. Not many months later my mother was diagnosed with advanced cancer in her brain; three months after that she was gone and I was a ward of the state. An offical form that same agency that had paid me a visit earlier in the year, though it was in name only. I hardly ever saw the man and I lived at the agency. It wasn't a bad life. My every need was met, and nobody treated me any differently than if I had a normal appearance. I simply had to ask for what I wanted and it was granted, and I received a very advanced education.
At first I only under went medical testing, but when I hit puberty the scientist noted a move advanced mutation in my DNA. I then began physical testing to determine what, if anything, this further mutation effected. A few weeks after this began I became frustrated; as a result, the shadows in the roomed morphed into undifined shapes and attacked the scientist in the room with me. I gained control of myself and he wasn't seriously hurt, but he never worked with me again.
The agency hired a spiritual priestess to train me to cotrol my abilites. Between you and me she was a little light in the head, refering to me as "youki," which was demon in her language, but she seemed to know how to coax me into further manipulation of the shadows, until I was in complete control.
On my sixteenth birthday I was introduced to a man called Wolverine. They also assigned me my own alliance, Mania.
I was no longer cynthia Birddell, and never would be agian.
Wolverine and I trained together, learning each others abilites and becoming close friends. He was trying to discover where he came from. He had awoken in Alaska with no memory, a set of dog tags, and blood on his metal claws. He discovered he healed from every wound instantly, had an advance sense of smell and sight; the agency contacted him shortly after with the offer of a steady job and access to all of their resources to find out who he was.
We eventually were given assignments. We often served along side military specail forces, especially in war time. Much of our work was bloody, but we always had a choice in what we did, and it was always for the greater good of our country.
One such assignment sent us to occupied Poland during World War II. I was fatally wounded and would have died if not for Wolverine. Fortunatly for me we both have O negitive blood and he was able to give me a blood transfusion. When he did this I somehow gained his abilites. Further study showed that if I hadn't already had the mutant gene I would have died to the exposure to it.
I hate to think about how that information was discovered.
Then, during Vietnam, we served with a very specail specail ops team. If not for these soilders I would still be with the agency instead of out in the world living my life. They inspired me to go out and experence the world. These men were of the finest caliber. They were loyal, brave, and most importantly, they could keep a secret to their dying day. I was proud to fight along side them. for awhile we would all get together and relive our stories together, but once the first soilder passed we stopped. I still kept tabs on them, till the last past away this year. Wolverine and I both attended every funeral.
When I imformed the agency that I was leaving, they were less than happy, but I was too strong to keep by force, even if they wanted to. So, they sent me on my way and I still occasionally take on jobs from them when I'm running low on money.
About five years after I left the agency Wolverine contacted me with a present: a watch that produce an advanced type of hologram that sheilded my true appearance. It really didn't look much like me, the features were off as was the face shape, but it was close enough to suit me. Actually, I think it was a very above par job, considering the maker had never seen me and was just working with Wolverine's describtion, which, considering his observation skills probably boiled down to brown hair, green eyes, and big boobs.
My life was very satisfing. I had only had to move twice, to account for my never aging appearance and I'd had close friends both times. I stayed in the southern states, trying to find small towns like the one I'd grown up in and where no one commented on my accent, seeing as they all had them as well.
But our story states with an end, the end of Harry clearwater's life.