Code name: Black Out
Name: Crystal
Birth: 1998
Age: 18
Height: 4'9"
Pet name: Kitten (only used by Harley)
Gender: female
Hair color: black with orange tips
Eye color: white
Species: chimera
Family: unknown
First form: human with brown cat ears and tail and claws instead of finger nails
Second form: Siamese cat, long fur
Weapons of choice: knives and throwing stars
Fighting style: Taijustu
Is also an Itamae; Japanese chef. Loves listening to violin music and flutes.
Explaining Cyrstal
Crystal, or as Gotham refers to me, Black Out. When the cops come after me I knock them unconscious or at least that's what I thought I was doing. Turns out, I hit the wrong spot too hard and killed some of them. It was an accident, I never meant to do that! They put me in jail anyways. I was just old enough to be there. I'm part cat. Been that way for as long as I can remember. A siamese cat. I've grown a lot so I'm a very big cat when I take on my second form. My first form is just human me with ears, tail and claws instead of finger nails.
My cell was in the back of the prison with only a small window on the door for food. Didn't bother me; I preferred the seclusion. I made a cave under my bed by pulling the blanket down over the side so I was hidden from view. After a few weeks there I stopped eating; the food was awful. I'd loose my appetite just from looking at it. I'm sure you heard that speech the head security guard gave about being in charge of keeping us alive.
He walked into my cell and stood in front of my bed, handcuffs at the ready. "Alright Blackout! Come out of there!"
Obediently I stuck my hands out from under my bed and he put the handcuffs on, pulling my out by my arm. He passed me off to the other guards he had with him and led the way down another hallway. He opened a door at the dead end and I got a look over his shoulder at the chair with leather restraints and liquidated foods next to it. My pupils rounded and I froze; I knew what this room was for. Not going in there! I took on my second form and was running off back the way I came before anyone could stop me. I heard the lead guard yelling at the rest to lock the place down and find me.
"No one leaves here till she is found!"
It was my luck that some guys had been brought in to work on the air conditioning and left the grate off the vents. I hid in there for hours. They never knew where I was until someone checked the security feed to my room.
"Hey sir," he said over radio. "Blackout is back in her cell!"
He sighed; it had been a long day and half the night had been spent looking for me. "Just close the damm door!" He never tried that again! I survived because the only female guard on duty was nice enough to share her subway with me sometimes...secretly of course.
I was part of the group selected for a secret task force. They installed the kill switch in me and gave me my personal effects back which consisted of throwing stars and uniquely colored knives. I wore dark red sweat pants and a black tank top. No shoes. I hate shoes!
When I saw Harley's helicopter go down I snuck off unnoticed to find her. She had thrown her collar away. I pocketed it and took on my second form and sat with her through the downpour. The other people couldn't tell how hurt she was on the inside but I could feel the grief coming off her in waves.
Reward Or Worse?
After our mission was completed I requested as a reward free range of the whole prison complex and all the food I can eat. I had them remove the deadly rice grain from my neck. I was visiting Harley the day The Joker broke in to free her.
"Let's go home!"
He turned to leave but Harley ran back to her bed snatched me up holding me in a tight hug and turned to face him.
"Can I keep her Puddin?!"
My eyes bulged out; oh hell no! I tried to get away without hurting her but it didn't work. CrazycrazyCRAZY! The Joker came closer, and ignoring me he looked Harley in the eyes and said, "Anything for you Harl!" I ducked my head under her arm in defeat. At least I'm getting out! I didn't do anything to be here for!