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 Sandra Bullock |
School Days – Not that it is any of your damn business, but my childhood years were a normal as any really. I was a kid, I did kid things, and like any kid did stupid stuff. I mean, really unless you want me to go into how my hamster Bucky ended up being a girl hamster and I ended up with five hamsters in all…. No? Alright then.
Let's get to the good stuff then. Let's say my current lot in life started in high school. Why then? Well, cause that's when I found the Police Explorers. It was a group of teeny boppers that got together and learned about police stuff. May not seem like all that big of a deal, but it was for me. You ever do anything and just feel like you've found your purpose? That happened to me when I joined Explorers. I had found my purpose and it cemented itself the day I met Hank.
Hank was not what your thinking, he was a K-9 Police Officer. It was during a field trip to the K-9 training facility. There we watched Hank go through his training routines. It was a beautiful thing. To say I was starry eyed about the whole experience was putting it lightly. I knew for sure what I wanted to be and I knew I'd do whatever I could to get there.
Of course, as a teenager life can be filled with dangerous moments and one of those moments almost took away my ability to fulfill that dream. It was my one stupid moment in life and it's funny how it seems like life punishes you for it. It's the one time I defied my parents.
There was this party up in the mountains near where we lived and all the kids were going to be there. I wanted to go, but my parents, like the smart people they are, said “No!” Well, I snuck out of the house after they went to bed. A couple of my friends met me a block down and off we went.
We never made it to the lake. My buddy, Jake, he was in a hurry to get up there and the mountain roads are a twisted mess. It's because off him that I was always called 'Driving Miss Daisy' in later years. Anyhow, he was speeding along the winding road and lost control. We flipped off the road, tumbled down a short distance to rest against some trees. Jake and I left, but two other people died in the crash. Sad really.
Anyhow, the injuries I got from that were pretty bad, but it could have been much worse… much much worse. I think that pretty much covers my youth, I mean beyond that it all is pretty boring. From there I went into the Police Academy. Let me tell you about that.
Cop Days - Boy, let me tell you…. the academy? Oh man, that really tested my resolve about wanting to become a police officer. I mean, it really did. It was a horrifying experience in some ways. For one, I am not the most fit person… on top of that well… I can't believe I am admitting this to you, but I'm a klutz. I sported more bruises than most of the trainee's and I chipped a tooth when my foot slipped and I clocked my face on the top of the wall climb. That was embarrassing, even if it had been raining that day. Not my finest moment. Toss on top of it my difficulty with the gun ranges. That there was another point in my career that I didn't think I would make it.
See… one of the things you have to be able to do it pass the gun range. If you can't be trusted with a gun, then you can't be a cop. Part of that trust is being able to hit the target, instead of everything else. I was good at the hitting everything else… It was kind of a joke with the class, but it was also my failing. It was something to be over come and it didn't help that prior to the academy I didn't have much shooting experience. A lot of those people in the class grew up with parents teaching them to shoot. So I had to spend a lot of my free time at the gun range trying to get it right. Let me tell you… For a while it looked like I wasn't going to pass at all, but I did….. barely. Of course, over the course of my career as a officer of the law, I've struggled with the ranges.
So, I passed anyhow. Not with flying colors, but I'm not going to complain. I joined the NYPD and felt I was well on my way. Takes several years before they will even look at you when a K-9 spot opens up. I had a bit of an advantage there, as I made friends with the lead in that department. My off time was spent helping him when I could, not like I had anything better to do. So between the oral interview and such, I got the K-9 slot. The first day of training, I felt I had arrived. Not too many people can say that their life long dream had been realized.
The only hard thing about being a K-9 officer is the inability not to get attached to your canine partner. Seriously. It broke my heart during a robbery, my first canine partner was gunned down. He was my partner for five years. But when that guy came around the corner, Marty did what he was trained to do, attacked. I ended up shot in the shoulder, but Marty distracted him long enough that I was able to shoot the man.
Now… I hate saying it, but Marty's death was in a way a good thing. Well, I mean beyond the fact I'm still sitting here talking to you. Also though, it's how I met my husband, Michael Dooley.
Marriage – When Marty was killed, I had to be given a new partner. That is where Mike came into it. His family is well known for their well trained German Shepards and their police trained dogs. Mike is the one that brought my new partner to the PD, Tango. Mike and me… kind of hit it off right away. He was, like ten years too old for me, but boy… he was a looker.
We had one of those whirlwind romances. We just kinda clicked and his folks seemed to have liked me. His mom was kind of a… well.. bitch and very much in charge of that family. I got along with his father though. Maybe it's cause I listened to all his old war stories and let him show me how they trained the dogs. Mike and his dad were very proud of the work they did. There was a wall in the kennel area with all the dogs they had trained for police with the shoulder badges for the PD's they belonged too. It was pretty cool.
It was pretty amusing though, the day we got married… well, it didn't quite work out like I would have like it. It wasn't the dream white wedding, but it let plenty of memories to be laughed over. Why? Well, cause I got the stomach flu the day of the wedding. It is funny now, but back then not so funny. I luckily made it through the vows and the cake cutting, but when they made me take a sip of champagne… I had to make a run for the bathroom. They always have that thing in the vows. 'For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health.' Yeah, we got that 'in sickness' part out of the way right a way on the wedding night.
Once we were married it was great. When I wasn't on shift, I was at the family business helping training dogs, whether it be K9's, cadaver dogs… or bomb dogs. His mom was into taking shelter dogs and training them to be help to the disabled. Man. I loved that family. The only thing that put me and his mom at odds was that I didn't want kids yet. I was still living my dream as a K9 officer and I knew once I started having kids I wouldn't want to be in that profession anymore. Mike was happy to let me wait as he already had a daughter from a previous marriage, but his mom was wanting more grandkids.
It was all going to change though….
The Eclipse and Midtown – Things started after a solar eclipse. Not sure why I think about the eclipse with the changes in my life, but I do. I think it's cause you don't often see something like that. I remember only one other time when I was younger that I saw one. But I digress. It was shortly after the eclipse that something kinda weird happened. At the time it seemed like a wonderful thing, a gift really.
It started with a call about assistance with a really bad car accident. Tango and I arrived on the scene first. When I got out of the car, I felt it…. like a pull. Leaving Tango in the car I followed that sensation. Back then it wasn't all that bad, it was pleasant. It led me right to a little boy who was thrown from the car. It hurt to see his little body twisted and broken. I wanted to just gather it up in my arms and cradle it. The moment my hands touched him, there was a warmth that spread through me and seemed to flow into the child. I let it happen, I knew this wasn't a bad thing. I knew what was happening, the boys body was mending. Somehow I had healed the child. Many of the victims were dead or not so bad, only that little boy had drawn me to him.
It was like a miracle and I had done it. I tried to tell Mike about it, but he told me I was crazy and thought I was joking with him. I gave up trying to explain it eventually, since I really didn't want to get committed or something. I never went out and sought people to heal them, but I never ignore that feeling. Does that make me a bad person? I didn't think so. I mean I saw movies about healers that when they were found out were swamped with people wanting to be healed. I did not want that to happen. It really wasn't that bad, but then Midtown exploded…. and so did my ability.
I… really don't remember a lot about that day and the days after, it is all sort of a blur. But I do remember being on patrol that day. I was leaving a call near Central Park. Tango had to be used to chase down a suspect. It was feeling like a good day. As I was driving the world exploded ahead of me.. It's weird how explosions work. You see it before you get hit by it. For a moment it wa like the world slowed down, like you see in those movies. You know, like that scene from 'Independence Day'. My car got hit by the blast and was thrown onto it's side and crunched into another car. From there my ability seemed to just explode, just like the city. That is where my world became this haze.
I remember smashing my way out of the car… Never knew what happened to Tango, he didn't seem as important as the call of my ability. It drug me person to person. I never completely healed anyone, it was like once the person I was healing was getting better, the call to go to another was stronger. At some point I passed out in an alley. I woke up with a splitting headache and a weak body like I hadn't taken care of myself in days. That horrible draw was sstill there, making me uncomfortable and miserable
I was almost afraid to move. If I moved would I be hit by my ability again? But, I knew I couldn't just lay there, I was hungry and thirsty. So I forced myself to move. The place was like a wasteland and I wandered in it for sometime, ignoring the bodies around me, they were beyond help. There was a woman laying there, my ability dre me too her… but when I laid hands on her… Nothing. It was torture! The need was there, but the power wasn't. Eventually, a search and rescue group found us, I was crying as I continued to try and call up my ability. They seemed surprised to seem me alive in the zone.
I was able to get out of a trip to the hospital, as I wasn't sure what would happen when I got there. I eventually made it to the apartment me and Mike shared. I had totally thought I'd find him there, but I was surprised to see an empty apartment. Okay…. I thought… Maybe he went to his parents. I called them. They hadn't seen him either and his mother was frantic. Mike had gone to take one of the service dogs into the heart of the town to get him use to so many people. She said he had planned on taking the dog near the library. We never heard from him.
Living with the Pull – I tried so hard to go back to work after that, but the pull of my ability was horrible. I found myself fighting the pull when it came to something as simple as a paper cut. It's like the Midtown explosion made my ability louder and much more urgent. My job was full of people that would draw me….. So sadly I had to quit.
For almost a year I lived in my apartment, living off the money Mike and I had set aside for emergencies. His parents also sent me money thinking my holing myself away was because I mourned for the loss of my husband. I went ahead and let them think it, I was in no state of mind to be out and about in the public eye. It was a long year, the days blended together… I spent a lot of them curled up in my bed, often reading books.
I also bought a cat during this time. Living in that apartment like that was lonely. I only went out to the local market for what I needed, beyond that I stayed away. She ended up being the best thing for me. Unlike most cats, Misty was a very affectionate cat who loved to curl up in my lap and purr when I pet her. She's no longer with me. When I moved out here, she wandered away, probably tried to go back to her territory.
Anyhow, I sadly couldn't stay like this forever, I had to get a job when the money got thin. After a year his parents decided I had mourned enough. So I went out and tried different jobs. Something had to be safe enough. I tried all sorts of stuff… Bagger at a grocery store, a bank teller, a cashier at a gas station….. Each one had it's own problems and in the end I'd run away. It was like problems followed me, people got hurt badly drawing me out. It was hard to live with.
It was also during this time that the Linderman Act was passed. I thought at first this could be a good thing. Mostly, cause it seemed since the bomb that evolved crime was on the rise. Oh and I should tell you… the day Petrelli announced the bombing was by someone with an ability… I cried. Someone to blame for what I was.
But I'm going off track here, Linderman Act. I thought it could be a good thing. But then I realized, police and the government would have access to this information. They could find me! They could use me! I would have none of it. There was no way in hell I was letting those bastards know I was a healer. I wouldn't let them torture me. So I holed myself up again in my place and I wouldn't leave, not until I was evicted from my home and ended up on the streets. Event then, I hid away.
Since Then - Living on the streets was horrible, a nightmare really. Trying to get by day to day. Having to rely on the generosity of others to keep you fed, which also meant being in the crowds. Always it seemed like someone needed my ability. Doing this however, helped me control my urge to reach out and touch someone in pain. It was hard, almost unbearable, enough so I always wanted to put some distance…. then I was fine. But even with this learned control, being around so many people that needed my healing was not a fun feeling. It was like needing to scratch an itch really badly, but I learned to control that urge to heal… It only lets me with the discomfort. So I started moving into the more deserted areas of the city. Places that were okay, but people were afraid to be there. It was a huge relief when I lived alone in these parts.
I also started finding stray animals, one was a puppy. The first of three that would become my family. This one was a little Shepard puppy I named Jerry Lee. He was cute, friendly and ready to please. I found that training him, like I had been taught so long ago, helped pass the long days. Though Jerry Lee couldn't talk, he would cock his head to the side when I did. It made it easier to open up about what had happened. I'd sit at night in my makeshift camp, Jerry Lee leaning against me, his head cocking a bit when I'd talk about the good old days. I was strangely happy. As places I were at opened up to habitation, I moved deeper and closer to Midtown.
I eventually found a place that I could spruce up and make my own. It had an area in the back, cut off from the world by fallen debris and only accessible via the building I shacked up in. It…. it was perfect. I was able to spruce it up quite nice. Furniture was miss-matched and not the best shape and the plants I grew out back had to be in pots. But I was able to live!
Even though I found the perfect home, there were still things I needed. Sadly, I knew I was going to have to go out into the world again. Especially when I found a group of kittens abandoned by their mom. I needed things for their care. There wasn't much I could do. I did manage to do little odd jobs here and there. Under the table things to make a little cash. More and more animals came into my life as time went on. I was joined by two more dogs that seemed to take to me.. Hooch, my slobbering hulk of a dog… and Benny the hyper little thing that was constantly bringing me birds. And I'm not too proud to say that yes, I've had to eat one or two birds on occasion. I refused to eat the rats though.. That's just… gross.
This is my life. I live in this hovel, tending my little garden. Living on what little money I can. So far no one has learned about me. Most I make sure get a warm welcome of growling dogs and a shotgun. I can't afford to lose my peace. Do I miss human contact? Yes.. I do, but my animals help. I mean.. look at all of them that slip in and out of my home, keeping me company. So I'm not completely alone.
Not the easiest person to get along with. Kaitlyn is a bit rough to be around. Thanks to the nature of her ability, she doesn't much like being around people. Her ability has a down side.. like a constant itch that needs scratching. So if she is among the masses, she is very uncomfortable and unhappy. When she heals it's soothed, but she won't heal just to do that. She will NOT be a slave to her ability. This has given her an iron will when it comes to that part of her, she can not be forced to heal, but she'll be miserable.
She didn't use to be this way, she is a product of her ability. Once she was a happy outgoing woman with her whole life ahead of her. But now instead of welcoming them with open arms, more then likely they will be greeted by growling dogs and a shot gun pointed at their head. She prefers the companionship of the animals that hang around her little hovel in Midtown. She treats them much better then her fellow humans. That doesn't mean she can't make friends, but they would be few. Someone is bound to get past that rough exterior to the real woman at the core, the one before her ability turned on her. Though probably the first step is through her animals and being healthy.
When it comes her ability, she'd rather not use it. In fact, she'd rather not have it all together. But since she does have it, she'll use it for monetary purposes. That's right… she won't heal unless the person pays for it in some way… Money and/or pet food preferred (Of course a gun to the head would work as well). Even a friend she'll only heal them to a point, after that chances are she'll just patch them up. “Quit being a whimp! You had to heal normal before healers, you can still do it. The body is a wondrous thing and scars give character… Now get out and don't come back till your healed!!”
There is a part of her ability that allows her to take back her healing. There is a chance she could kill someone taking back all that healing (Especially if they come to her often, but morally… she's really not interested in killing them. The only time she will even think to kill anyone is if her life is on the line, but again there may be other factors that make it just about impossible.
She has no real interest in who is on what side. So she'll easily help anyone on any side as long as they pay the price. Any friends she makes, by some miracle, could end up on either side. Will she help in a cause? Maybe… how does it effect her and does it threaten her way of life?
In closing… Money talks!
Healing Touch
With a touch of her hand, she can heal damage on a cellular level. She cannot, however, heal disease or viral infections. She can heal the damage they do, just not the cause. She can heal things such as broken bones, torn skin, ect. Downside of the ability, bones have to be set, edges of large cuts have to be held together. If a limb has been cut off and it hasn't been too long, there is the possibility she can reattach the limb (It has to be the original limb). However, she can not regrow a whole limb. She can regrow a small amounts of tissue. The whole process is draining and if she heals to much she'll eventually pass out as her body forced her to recover. She can heal several small injuries, but she can only heal one person from the brink of death to full health without passing out. So the strain of any injuries between the two extremes varies, depending. Her ability works on people (Normal and Evolved) only. Something as small as a papercut will only take moments, a full healing from near death to full health will take several long hours of healing.. along the lines of six hours I think. On another note, she can not use her ability on herself.
Giveth And Taketh Away
Any and all of the healing she does can be undone. She can not undo the healing of other healers, only her own. There is also no regulating how much damage she can undo. If she touches someone and wills the healing undone. Everything she's ever healed is reversible. Sadly, if she's healed someone many times.. All those injuries coming back might kill them, but it will also drain her, as it takes the same amount to un-heal it as to heal it she would pass out before they could be killed. So she has to be extra careful how she uses this, cause it can be a double edged affair. The energy involved with taking away the healing is just as bad as healing. Meaning if she takes back the healing of a broken bone, it will drain her just as much as healing it back up. She can also be selective in what she un-heals. She uses this ability mainly to protect herself. If someone tries to make a grab for her and they had a broken ankle and a few other injuries, she can take back the healing, breaking the ankle, and allowing her to get away. Un-healing takes a lot less time then healing. It is her defense in a way. However, the power drain and down time is still the same as healing. In moments she can bring back a broken, but something like putting someone close to death will still take a few hours.
Drawn like a Magnet
She is drawn to the injured within a 20ft radius. How strong it is, depends on how bad the injuries. The smaller injuries such as small cuts, scrapes, and broken bones is a minor discomfort, but the bigger injuries can practically put her into tears. But the years of leaving with the ability, she can easily fight it. She'll be unhappy and uncomfortable, but she can't be forced to heal with it. The pull to heal is like an irritating itch you want to scratch.
(Side Note: This ability doesn't mean she has to heal. She can resist the urge. This is mostly a tool for the character's personality.)
Downtime
This part of her ability is hard to explain. Both her ability to heal and to take back healing run off the same power source so to speak. If she heals, she can not use her Take Back ability until she has recuperated. If she heals a small cut across a palm, once the flow of her ability stops — it is off until she regains the energy it took to heal it. During that rest time she can not take back that healing. Once the energy is recouped, then she can take the healing back and at the same energy costs as the healing.. and again she must recoup before she can do either again. Once her power is shut off, the ability is unusable for x-amount of time.. This times varies by injury. Let us go to the extreme… Healing from near death to full health, not including that she would pass out. It would take.. Two weeks for her healing to come back. Meaning during that two weeks she can't heal… at all.. Or take it back. If she heals a paper cut on the end of her finger, she won't be able to use her ability for an hour.
Another example: A stab wound. The amount of downtime for a stab wound would depend on the depth, severity, and how many organs it passed through. Being stabbed in the meat of a leg will take a day to recover from. A stab wound that slices open the major artery, a day and a half. It goes up from there.. a single stab wound through several organs will take her four days.
This also means her prices can be steep, as it is a source of income for her. Sadly this does not also shut off her Drawn To ability… She is forever left to be uncomfortable around the injured and damaged.
“Quit being a whimp! You had to heal normal before healers, you can still do it. The body is a wondrous thing and scars give character… Now get out and don't come back till your healed!!”
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Skills
Law Enforcement
Like any officer of the law, she has gone to the academy and learned everything that she needs to know about the job. She has gone to academy for the basics and then the various classes that tend to come after that, such as DUI and Drug training, defensive driving, traffic school and other such courses. This skill also covers her firearms training, which is not her strongest skill.
K-9
She has the training to use a canine companion in the line of duty. She has even gone beyond that and been schooled in training dogs as well, via her husband and his families business. The use of commands, and understanding the signals the dogs are given, since it was her plan to eventually leave the force to pursue it as a living. She's been trained in the use of drug dogs and bomb dogs. She still used this training with some of the canines that stay with her in her hovel.
Survival
Kaitlyn has had to live in squaller and with little to her name. She's had to learn how to live on the streets and scrounge for what she could. This includes growing some vegetables in various pots in a small area near her home. It's hidden from view by the rubble of fallen buildings.
Aware Of People Around Her
Because of the severity of her ability, Kait has to be aware of the people around her. It's never fun to be caught off guard by her ability, so she tries to keep an eye on who is nearby. If she knows, she can avoid a healing frenzy or the discomfort of fighting her ability.
Combat Medic
During her time in the hands of the Institute, Kaitlyn received training that would allow her to function as a combat medic. This means she can perform various procedures while out in the field that will allow her to save the lives of her team mates. From simple CPR, and first aid, to being able to dig out bullets if need be. In short, she has the training to stabilize people til she can get them to a doctor, especially if her ability is down.
She has this training, mainly cause her ability will not always be able to help, plus if they get a bullet in the arm and there is no immediate danger, Kaitlyn isn't going to waste a healing on it.
Strength of Will
It takes willpower to withstand the need to heal the people around her. This doesn't make her able to resist certain mental abilities, but it makes her a bit more of a struggle if she is aware of what is going on. (Note: I'm always willing to discuss if she can put up a fight or not. I doubt she can resist Maury or the likes. But an untrained telepath might find her a bit more difficult. Always up for discussion)
Animal Care
Being alone all the time, you have to have a hobby. Since injured animals do not set off her ability nor are they effected by it, she is known to care for injured animals. Raise abandoned animals as best she can. Through trial and error she has learned how to bottle feed various animals, like cats and puppies. So her little hovel probably has few visiting cats and dogs. She even has a few bird feeders hung where the cats can't get to it. She has three dogs that are trained by her and constant companions, everything else comes and goes as they please.
Animal Companions
Jerry Lee- Shepard – Cranky.. Growls a lot.
Hooch – Boxer/?? Mix – Deep bark.. Laid back.. Slobbers
Benny -Terrier Mix – Barks a lot. Stubby tail always going. Distrustful of strangers.
Relationships
The most important things in her life are her animals. These are the ones she is closest too. They are no longer in her company, but has been assured that they were given good home. She misses them. :(
| Jerry Lee | German Shepard - Older then most of the other animals in her care. Jerry Lee is special as he was the first animal to really come into her life and stay with her as she moved into Midtown. |
| Hooch | Boxer Mix - Big, bulky and drooly. That best discribes this one. He can either be mean and vicious or a complete sweetheart. |
| Benny | Terrier Mix - Always bringing her presents in the forms of mice and birds. He's the friendliest and yappiest of the bunch. |
These are the people that don't seem so bad to have around.
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Dr. Brennan - He worked at the Suresh Center when Kaitlyn had to have stitches put in after her home collapsed. She found out he was a negator and he gave her the first moments of peace she's had from her ability in a long time. For that alone he's gained her favor and a spot in the tolerated list. She owes him for it. |
The people she works with and her opinions of them.
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Elisabeth Harrison - Director - More soon. |
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Felix Inanov - 00-01 - More Soon. |
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Gavyn Mitchell - 00-03 - More Soon. |
Just those other people that come into her life.
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Trivia and Notes
- Michael Dooley and Jerry Lee are characters from the movie K-9.
- It's not a known fact that Kaitlyn was a prisoner of the Institute for sometime, thanks to a mix up. They are the ones responsible for her new life.
Alts
| Ferryman | Fugitive | Terrorist | DHS |
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