Character's Full Name: Cathrine Stabbity 
Age: 23Cat was born into a caring loving family, that always cared for her and looked out for her. She was named after she took loving adaption to the family pet. From an early age she was voilent, often biting anyone she didn't know or care for, uncluding her father. When a little older, she'd often play with knives, until her grandmother took them away and scolded her about them.
-=Pause for short background on Family=- Cat's father is a warrior, a fighter. Everyone in his family has always been so. He married Cat's mother after adventuring with her for a long time, having fallen in love. He's your average fighter, very traditional in the way of schooling, love for weapons, especially swords. Wears dull red armor, has brown hair, brown eyes. (Allignment: Chaotic Good)
Cat's mother is an assassin, trained in the ways of heartlessness and killing. Proffiecient with all shorthanded blades, poisons, and stealth, traits necessary for her proffession. Wears leather armor, fairly shorter than her husband, has brown hair and brown eyes. (Allignment: Chaotic Nuetral)
Cat's Grandmother is on her mother's side. She has white hair, Cat isn't sure what it was before she got old. She isn't even sure of how old she is, it seems she's been around forever. But that's to be expected, her Grandmother is a white mage. (Allignment: Lawful Nuetral)
-=Continue with Bio=- Cat had always paid attention to her Grandmother's teachings. She'd often teach her small level white magick, which she picked up rather easily enough. Even at that young age, Cat could make small objects levitate, cure minor wounds and manipulate the elements, like flame, wind and water.
Her grandmother and mother paid much attention to the fact that Cat was very intelligent for her age. So, her mother started teaching her ways of the assassin, showing her how to use a knife. She picked it up quite well, paying attention to every detail, hardly ever asking questions, always quiet and attentive, perhaps plotting. Her mother always tried to encourage Cat on whatever she wanted to do, but also tried to introduce her to new things and new ideas and opinions.
Her father, not being as intelligent as the other two, didn't really much understand his daughter too well, but figured if they were teaching their skills to his daughter, than so should he. Unwillingly, Cat let her father teach her what he knew. But she didn't want to become a warrior. She was very much intrigued by magick. She wanted to learn more. But she wanted something different. One day, out playing, she had seen the school. The Academy for Black Mages. She saw how they dressed, how mysterious they were, it intrigued her. She snuck inside, stealth something she had well adapted to, and being small, it wasn't that difficult. She listened in on one of the classes. Intelligent discussion. Darker ways of magick. And she decided... this was her path.
Her parents finally let her go, when she got a little older. At five, she started in the junior classes, in the for-life program. The program was simple, you were put in a class, and you would stay in that class for as long as you deemed fit to educate yourself. And every year they would raise the bar, and the class would become more diffucult. Cat studied hard, but she couldn't help but create a little mischief now and then during class, to annoy her fellow students and her mentor, Dragonsbane.
She stayed in the program for a good eighteen years, until Dragonsbane quit the job and was replaced. Cat wouldn't have it, she had idolized her teacher, and would not be taught by anyone else. She decided to move to another accademy where she could tutor herself, in the next town over. For the next four years, she moved from academy to academy, never fitting in with the others, sometimes being expelled when they discovered the cause of the 'missing' students.
Later, she found DB again, in a hostile confrontation. He held back a lot, but Cat was furiously fighting him with every spell she could think of, but she eventually tired and realized who he was. This caused him to faulter a bit, he realized he was fighting his favorite student, one that he knew had a crush on him, and ceased fire for the moment. They talked at great length, like old friends and eventually had to retire to an Inn.
