"Please don't tell me

 I'm not real; if one

more person says that

to my face tonight, I'm

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Katherine (Kitty) Pryde

aka Patricia Seward

going to go straight to

 hysterical laughter

 without passing Go or

 collecting my two

hundred dollars.”

Sometimes known as: Pryde, Shadowcat

Computer expert, physics student, thief, dancer, and unabashed thrill-seeker, Kitty Pryde has cultivated a remarkably high tolerance for strangeness over a decade spent in and out of the more thankless portions of the hero business. She's precisely the sort of person who could walk through an Infinity Portal and find Beacon Harbor a congenial improvement - which says something about both her home universe and the woman herself. The ensuing relief has diminished her habitual wariness to a level at which the liveliness and sheer decency underneath show through on a regular basis.  Kitty's also fallen head over heels for a certain British ex-spy of appalling and filthy habits - for the second time.  She blames it on her own nice-girl lack of judgment:  just ask her.  If, that is, you can track her down to ask.

Kitty is: An adrenaline junkie.
Kitty likes: Puzzles. (And abusing Pete.)
Kitty’s Survey Results

Seishi: I like this woman. I like this woman a lot. She’s smart, she’s sensible, and she puts up with Wisdom with considerable grace. We seem to think on similar wavelengths a lot of the time—and it’s good to have another set of capable hands to rely on. And how can I not like someone who reads Emma Bull and Lois Bujold?

Pete Wisdom: I honestly have no idea how she puts up with me, but I can tell you why - my feet are warm in bed. Hers are like plates of ice. But seriously, she's everything. So sane, so reasonable, so giving, so bloody brilliant. For godsake, she impressed Sherlock fucking Holmes. And she's all mine.