Full Name: Kitara Grayson
Age: 19
Person: 7
Gender: Female
Nicknames: Spitfire, The Volcano, Kitty
Only Ricky gets away with calling her Kitty.
Alias: Kit Gray
She is known around the neighborhood as "Kit Gray," for her knack for diagnosing and repairing nearly any mechanical problem with a vehicle.
Personality: Kitara isn't quick-tempered, but she is hotheaded and highly judgmental of others. She has a tendency to bottle her feelings inside until her rage boils over and she lets loose on anyone, whether verbally, or physically. When in such an embroiled state, Ricky, the one person besides herself whom she trusts almost explicitly, can usually calm her down and make her see reason. She tends to be condescending to people she neither likes nor trusts, in particular those who act stupid and are lacking in common sense, at least, according to her. Kit has a wry sense of humor, and will crack jokes at nearly everyone's expense, including her own. The idea that even hardened souls are soft at heart rings true, for beneath the toughness, her feelings run much deeper than she lets on. Years of suppressing her emotions have taught her to control them for fear of being hurt, and very few people get, or choose, to see past her icy exterior.
History: In school, Kitara was labeled as a genius by her teachers, but she hated the slow, repetitive pace of the given curriculum. With few friends her own age, and no encouragement from her family to excel, she ditched classes more often than not, and only passed secondary school at the behest of a select few teachers who offered her a chance to retake her final exams in exchange for passing grades. She grew up in a dysfunctional family with an abusive father, though skilled mechanic, who left when she was thirteen, and an alcoholic mother who worked as a stripper and brought home a different man every night to make ends meet, but spent most of her money on booze. After growing sick of coming home to find her mother facedown in her own vomit, Kitara took some of her mother's money and some she had saved to run away from home when she was sixteen. She traveled to the big city where she worked several odd jobs a until she could afford a studio flat in the ghetto.
Eventually, she landed a job as an apprentice clock maker for a local shop where she learned to build and repair watches, compasses and gauges. Her greatest interest in school (and probably the only class she showed for), aside from Astronomy and Literature, was Mechanics, where she could experiment with and build simple flying contraptions. Flying gave her an escape, and a certain freedom she could cling to. On the lookout for ways to make extra money, she entered a race in the same year she left home, winning first prize in the form of enough cash to start building her own flying machine out of her garage. Every week, she would take a little extra money she saved to buy scrap and spare parts from the junkyard. Word of her mechanical prowess got around, and she ended up turning her work space into a makeshift auto shop, and now runs a side business out of her garage.
One night about a year ago, she was on her way home from the store heading down the alley she frequently took as a shortcut, when she found a man with a gunshot wound and bleeding out on the street. Thinking she could not just leave a guy to die, she took him in and nursed him back to health. When he was quite literally back on his feet, he offered to repay her by working under her as an apprentice mechanic. Normally distrustful of anyone's intentions, she nonetheless saw the opportunity to teach someone else the tools and tricks of the trade. As a result, she made a close friend and formed a solid partnership for her budding business. Not one to get deeply involved with current events, she was content to work in relative peace, ignorant of the goings on in the outside world, until a certain someone pestered her enough times that she, too, took an interest in figuring out why all the lights were going out. After all, the world, was no doubt going to need someone with brains and a mean right hook with a wrench.