Name: Aikita (Kit) Sullivan
Age: 35
Birth date: Aug 12 1968
Birth Place: Kanha Madhya Pradesh, India
Parents: Marcus & Dalia Sullivan
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green/ Yellow
Height: 5’9 12’ (Half form) 4’9 (Tiger, shoulder)
Weight: 150 700 (Half) 650 (Tiger)
Personality: Courteous, reflective, solemn...explosive and civil. Unpredictable kitty.
Special Talents/Abilities: Kit can change at will and molt most ammo, save silver. Alpha. Fear of flying and can not harm an innocent. Difficult for a vamp to roll and very difficult to call.
History: Aikita was born and raised near the jungle wildlife refuge of Kanha in the north east of India. Her father was virologist with The Doctors without Borders program, serving the Asian territories. He’d met her mother there in one of the smaller fringe villages. Dalia worked for the park, tracking the animals and cataloging the species, mortality and birth rates and anything else she could garner for the state reports. The family was happy in India and well accepted. Kit didn’t mind being different from the majority of her playmates and they didn’t seem to mind either.
The trouble began, slowly at first, not a specific event that you could place a finger on, but a series of events that would grow into the warning sign that only hindsight would reveal.
Kit began university with her classmates at sixteen. Her studies were going well and her free time was spent in the park with nature and all the fruits it had to offer. Evening at home, she spent helping her father in the lab and summers found her tracking in the wood with her mother. This was the year that her father started to feel his age. It passed with little regard, as the years tend to slow a fellow down. Her mother withdrew slowly from her work to aid more with the patient load at the hospital.
Year two was much the same. The time would pass at the refuge, slowly in the present tense, but far too quickly as one looked back. Kit’s father grew frailer and the seizures set in. Her mother grew resentful in the light of her new burdens. Kit withdrew to her studies. She doubled her class load, integrating some of the more controversial subjects: preternatural studies, Lycanthrope biology, and heretical history. These things rarely touched her life and that made them appeal all the more.
In her third and final year, as the tide would turn it, her father fell gravely ill. He was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. This expedited the Sullivan’s return to the states. Kit refused to join them. She remained behind, despite the growing rumors that a new Thugee sect was rising in the area.
Kit welcomed her father’s replacement and even showed him the ropes around the local area. The villages accepted him, quickly. Too quickly as events would play out. Three weeks into his arrival, he fell ill with fever, a nasty hemorrhagic number that would spread like wildfire throughout the small communities. Kit was no exception. Her fever began toward the end of her third semester.
A chance encounter with a group of the Thugees found Kit running through the jungle. It was then that she was rescued by Durga’s avatar, a were-tiger to be more precise. She was given the gift and joined the ranks of Durga’s warriors.
Kit went on to finish college and then med school. She majored in virology and forensic pathology. She finished her doctorate at age 30.
Now, with the wealth inherited from her father’s death, she and her team run a small foundation based in India to help the poor and disenfranchised as well as those whose problems are bigger than themselves.