Name: Katherine Silverleaf
Age: 17
Height: 5'3
Weight: 120 pounds
Complexion and Build: White, slender and defined proportions.
Eyes: She has big almond shaped eyes with long, thick black lashes. The color is a steel grey that turns icy blue almost white, deep amber yellow or dark sapphire blue nearly black depending on what power is used.
Hair: She has wavy hip length auburn red hair that falls over her shoulders and short bangs that cover her forehead and end at the very top of her eyebrows. She either has it down or up in a ponytail wrapped in a black ribbon.
Clothes: She has two standard outfits. The first includes black ankle high black boots with thigh high red socks, a tight mini long sleeve white dress that ends in the middle of her thighs, a black jacket with a cartoon like picture of snowy clouds in the back. The second is the same boots with sheer black stockings, black shorts with a white belt, A white long sleeve button up shirt with a red tie around her neck, an over sized light brown jacket that loosely hangs over her shoulder with a belt tied around the arms to hold it up.
Accessories: She has a long and thin black chain necklace with a silver locket. The outside of the locket is a soft silver white with an abstract design on it in the lightest blue, it almost looked like clouds raining snowflakes. The inside has a charm carved onto the metal in the shape of a single snowflake. The snowflake has tiny diamonds and sapphires in intricate combinations throughout the spaces in the design giving it a glittering almost 3D effect. She has two small silver cross earrings and a silver ring with another sapphire in the shape of a water drop on her right middle finger.
Likes: She likes animals especially birds and cats. She loves gems and antique objects or jewelry. She enjoys playing games like scavenger hunt or playing pranks. She is addicted to sweets especially white chocolate and caramel.
Dislikes: She is afraid of fire, butterflies and loosing control of her powers or her mind. She hates it when people look down on her or see her as weak because of her size or doll like appearance. She hates, really hates, being called short.
Personality: She can be stubborn when she feels passionate about something. She is slightly sarcastic at times but tends to turn awkwardly shy or bashful around guys if they get too close to her. She can be a slight airhead and very oblivious to things like feelings or her surroundings, her self awareness is lacking. She is a prideful firecracker with a short temper who is very impulsive and not afraid to make a stand if she is being treated unfairly, feels threatened or feels like she can prove herself.
Powers: Kat can manipulate the temperature of the moisture in the air or her immediate surroundings either crystallizing it into ice or boiling it into steam. Her naturally steel grey eyes change colors simultaneously with her powers turning icy blue almost white when using ice, deep yellow like amber when using steam and very dark sapphire blue almost black when she makes water. Sometimes she can unconsciously change the temperature in the room when her mood changes. In dry atmosphere she can redirect the moisture in her body to her hands and expel it as either shards of ice, patches or gusts of snow, sprays of water or bursts of steam in small quantities. `
When using the water in he own body she can recycle the ice, water or snow she has already formed and re shape it or re absorb it as she sees fit. This is only possible if she makes direct physical contact with it. Due to this restriction she can't re absorb water that has been turned into steam unless she transforms it into another substance before touching it. When using moisture outside her body she can mold larger quantities into more flexible shapes compared to the small quantities inside her. If when using heat to make steam she quickly switches to cooling it then it can form a light or thick fog depending on the amount of water used. This is only possible if she uses both hands simultaneously. If she applies this same method to individual hands, meaning using heat on one hand and cold on the other she can make the humidity reach a stable temperature and turn it into solid water.
Generally water expands but remains at a constant weight when it's cold so she needs to use less water when making ice but steam separates so for a truly effective temperature change she needs larger amounts of humidity. When using outside moisture she runs a small risk of accidentally cutting herself with the ice if she looses control or burning herself with the steam for the same reason. When using moisture from inside her body she runs a high risk of dehydration especially if she can't get the water back to her body quickly. If she get's to the point of not being able to find a point to release the powers or she switches too rapidly from one to the other then she suffers from either high fevers or chills bordering on hypothermia depending on which power she used last. When using steam, even from an outside source, her core temperature rises rapidly and like wise using ice makes her inner temperature drop dramatically. Because of this she needs to constantly be drinking water to stabilize. Her powers are strongly linked to her emotions and can potentially activate on their own if she feels a strong enough sudden change in emotions like rage, panic or shock.
History:
Kat was the result of a fling between Elizabeth Cardin, a High class socialite and aspiring actress, and Keith Silverleaf, a successful Lawyer making a name for himself. Neither of them wanted the publicity of a child when they weren't married and both agreed that their careers came before an unplanned mistake. So they kept her birth a secret to avoid a scandal by having Elizabeth fake an illness during the pregnancy. Once Katherine Silverleaf Cardin was born she was sent to one of the private homes owned by her mother on a remote part of Nevada. There she was raised by several maids and butlers until she was five years old. By this age she started having serious tantrums because she wanted to be with her parents. The only contact she had with them was by watching them on t.v., the news or the occasional gift in the mail to try and calm her down. At first it worked but she quickly grew tired of the attempts and started lashing out at the maids and the butlers a like by ripping her toys and clothes. This made her otherwise uninterested mother take action, if anything she was highly vain about her belongings and it made her angry that a burden such as an unwanted child was disrupting her collection. Her solution was to send Kat to a foster home and shove her out of her life. One of the butlers knew someone that owned such a place in Grand Forks, North Dakota and volunteered to take her there.
For the next decade she was forced to live with eight other children. All of them were boys one to three years older than her. At first she was very cheerful, curious, full of warmth and life; excited to have friends to play with but by the time she turned 8 she had become a very different little girl. Every one of her new sibling treated her like the black sheep of the house; an interesting pet to tease on. Sometimes they pretended she was a ghost and acted as if she didn't exist for weeks on end, other times they would lock her outside for hours at a time or try to cut her hair and wear it as a fake mustache. The owners didn't care what happened to her as long as her mother sent them fat paychecks every month to keep Kat's identity hidden. Other than the paychecks there was the occasional random jewelry in the mail. Turns out that the butler who brought her here constantly stole her mothers jewelry and sent it to his lover, the supposed friend and owner of the home, as gifts. At first she felt angry that her moms things were being taken, then she felt happy that she was getting what she deserved and finally she felt sad that those were the only things that connected her to her biological mother. A mother that never once wanted her.
One day, after she had turned fourteen, an incident occurred. The boys had tied her to the bottom of the Christmas tree and started throwing snowballs at her. By the time they got bored and went outside to play in the snow she was soaking wet and shivering. She stared at her reflection in a small puddle in front of her, her expression one of deep thought. Her parents thought she was a bothersome mistake, the owners of the house saw her as a steady flow of cash, the boys saw her as a bug they could step on whenever they wanted and she didn't have a single friend. She started crying quietly in frustration at her life, her tears making tiny ripple in the puddle. Her sadness grew into anger. Anger at her dad for ignoring her existence, at her mother for throwing her away, at the owner for exploiting her, at the boys for treating her like a pest and at life for being so cruel to her. The air around her started feeling warm then hot as if the puddles were evaporating into steam. The humidity in the air caused the Christmas lights to short out and some of the bulbs exploded, setting the branches on fire.
She didn't feel the heat from the fire because the air was already hot, it wasn't until the bright color of the growing flames caught her eye in what remained of the puddles that she realized what was going on. She struggled to break free of the rope but it was wet and just stuck together. The branches quickly set a blaze like wildfire and hot clumps of burnt leaves started falling around her, stinging the exposed skin they landed on and setting the dry parts of the rug on fire. She began to panic, tugging at the ropes again with tears rolling down her cheeks. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs for help. No one responded at first. The boys assumed she just wanted to get untied so they ignored her but when black smoke started creeping out the windows and the door they rushed inside. The couch had caught fire now, the plush velvet igniting almost instantly into a blazing ball of heat. She went quiet and still, her eyes wide open and locked on the scorching couch in front of her. The only reason she wasn't lighting up along with it was that she was still damp from the earlier torture, but that water was quickly evaporating with the rising temperature. Even so, she felt cold and numb as if the air around her was getting colder instead of hotter. At that moment the owner came down stairs in a state of panic, she yelled at the boys to start throwing snow inside to put it out and went to get the water hose; completely ignoring the fact Kat was in the middle of the inferno.
The younger boys stayed outside because they were too afraid but started making snowballs as fast as they could and passed them to the older boys who started throwing them inside. No matter how many they threw, the snow would evaporate before it hit the floor. It was the water from the hose that started making progress, some of it collected on the burnt rug next to Kat, jolting her from her shocked daze. She shut her eyes and whispered in an almost broken voice "Someone...please....make it stop." At that moment the windows cracked from the heat and she screamed stop so loud it made her throat hurt. A gust of cold air burst around the room like a tornado, putting out the fire and freezing everything around her. The tree, the couch, the rug and the stream of water bursting out of the house all turned into still crystallized pieces of art. The woman and the kids all dropped to the floor, too stunned to react. Time seemed to stop. Kat opened her eyes and saw glittering ice everywhere, even the fire had frozen in wave like shapes, before collapsing.
