| Dreamweaver
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| Player: @heartstringsk3
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| Biographical Data
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| Real Name:
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Kaitlyn April May
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| Known Aliases:
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Dream, Dreamy
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| Gender:
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Female
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| Species:
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Human
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| Ethnicity:
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Caucasian
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| Place of Birth:
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Michigan
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| Base of Operations:
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Millennium City, MI
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| Relatives:
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Matthew May - Father, Pamela May - Mother (Deceased)
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| Characteristics
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| Age:
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21
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| Height:
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5'2"
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| Weight:
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~110 lbs.
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| Eyes:
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Light Blue
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| Hair:
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Blue (dyed), Blonde (natural)
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| Complexion:
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Milky
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| Physical Build:
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Curvy
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| Physical Features:
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Light scarring over legs
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| Status
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| Fame:
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██
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Unknown
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| Alignment:
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LN
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LE
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TN
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NE
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CN
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CE
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| Identity:
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Secret
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| Years Active:
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<1
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| Citizenship:
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US Citizen
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| Occupation:
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Unemployed
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| Education:
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College Drop-out
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| Marital Status:
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Single
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| Known Powers and Abilities
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| Psionic/Empathic Powers
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| Equipment and Paraphernalia
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| Earpiece Radio, Wheelchair
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| Physical Attributes
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Strength
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Weapon
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Durability
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Armor
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Speed
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Reflexes
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Resistance
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Stamina
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Dexterity
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Agility
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Combat
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Regen
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| Non-Physical Attributes
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Energy
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Psionics
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Telepathy
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Willpower
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Sorcery
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Tech.
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Intel.
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Knowledge
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Charisma
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Bravery
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Background
Kaitlyn May had a fairly easy life, really. Her parents were both very loving and reasonably wealthy, and she was well-provided for. This, of course, could not stand. Kaitlyn began rebelling against her parents at roughly fifteen. It started simple - dating a boy (or girl) her parents didn't approve of, arguments, parties, pranks. Then, she learned the art of underage drinking. As soon as she could get her learner's permit, she became a total party girl, doing anything she wanted as her parents tried to stop her. She was well on her way to ruining her life by nineteen - had been for nearly five years, already. What was meant to be an actual peaceful day of driving her mother to and from a doctor's appointment turned tragic when a drunk driver crashed into the passenger side of her car, killing her mother on impact. The force slammed her hard into a passing chemical truck belonging to Mind, Inc, the front for PSI experiments. Whatever was in that truck altered Kaitlyn. The girl didn't wake up for more than a week.
When Kaitlyn finally did awaken, she seemed fine, for about eight seconds. Her empathic powers had developed in her sleep, and now, conscious, unable to control her new abilities, she felt the emotions of nearly every person in the hospital - all the pain, panic, sadness, and anger. It overwhelmed her; she screamed and flailed until her throat was raw, until the doctors were forced to sedate her. Through a couple repeats of this incident, the medical staff were able to keep her awake in a half-drugged state, and soon figured out what had happened. They sent for a specialist in psychic powers to work with her, but in the meantime, they broke the bad news to her. Not only was her mother dead, but her legs had been damaged by the crash, burned by a chemical fire. They were not likely to ever work again, at least not without spending money she or her grieving father didn't have.
The specialist did his best working with Kaitlyn, but the girl remained unresponsive - traumatized, in shock, and still constantly half-drugged. It took some time for her to get enough control of her abilities for them to, finally, release her from care - not because she was entirely ready, but because insurance would only last her so long. The wheelchair-bound girl that her father brought home was a shell of her former self, not quite catatonic, but much too close for comfort. Doctors discussed with her father the option of mental institutions, places where a super-powered girl like her wouldn't endanger others. It was this threat that spurred Kate into activity, agreeing to another tutor to train her. And so it went for the next two years. Kate remained solitary, hidden away. She lost touch with her friends, became estranged with even her father. She wasn't wallowing in her depression, though. She's not completely over the accident, and in some part of her mind still blames herself, but she's moved on. Isolation was simply easier on her powers, easier on others who wouldn't know how to handle the emotional sponge. And then, one day, things finally clicked.
Lifting things with the power of the mind was supposed to be a basic trick, for psychics. Kate had, early on, settled on the very specific idea of lifting herself, getting out of the wheelchair, being free. She'd trained her other abilities, of course, to lesser extents - psionic blasts, mental manipulation - but it was the day that she held herself in midair for several hours that she decided she could still be something. Things moved fast, after that. She designed and ordered a costume from a reputable and discreet tailor, and took on the name Dreamweaver - admittedly cheesy, but the song had played during a difficult time in the hospital, and it had become an ear worm for her. She found herself the cheapest apartment she could stand, and began defending Westside from the gangs that roamed it.
She wasn't quite ready for anything, though. In one instance of defending a woman from a group of Red Banner, she was almost overwhelmed, until the heroine Juggernette charged to her rescue. In return, Dreamweaver graciously offered to buy lunch for her savior, and the two became fast friends. Eventually, Dream encountered Red Spider in Club Caprice, and was invited into the Adventurers. Kate was ecstatic - she knew she wasn't much good alone, and being on a team was the coolest possible thing she could have imagined.
Katie has cheered up immensely since her dark times, even resurrecting some of her old partying attitude. The pain of her past still haunts her, but she has her ways of dealing with that. She can often be found in "happy" places like Club Caprice, absorbing the ambient emotions and drinking a healthy amount of alcohol to block out the depression and fear of Westside. It's a vicious cycle, but one she'd rather not break at the moment. She is, genuinely, happy, however. Things have been looking up, she has friends again, and she can finally be proud of herself.
