Name: Felin
Age: 22
Height: 5 feet, 9 inches
                                                                    
Appearance:
    Felin is what one would refer to as a 'catgirl' speaking generally. She is fully covered in a fine, greyish-white fur with black splotches scattered across her body. Though she does not object to being referred to as a catgirl, her race is more properly referred to as neko-jin, meaning cat-person. She has multiple feline traits, not including only her cat's fur but also the whiskers, ears, and catlike grace that she walks with. Felin's tail is quite long and sinuous; often, she will curl it around her shoulder and stroke it while she is thinking. Her eyes are garnet, quite breathtakingly so; when her mouth is curled in her knowing smile, these eyes can become very soul-piercing indeed. Felin's attire is almost a matter of camouflage. She wears minimal clothing, but the clothing she does wear is disguised to appear as black parts of her fur that cover the necessary areas to keep her decent. Her feet, like a cat's, are three-toed, and while her fingers sport grey nails that resemble claws, they are not retractable, nor does she have claws in her feet.

Personality:
    Felin is a technical genius, being very skilled both in programming computers and in designing inventions. She is also very knowledgable in many other fields, including biology, genetic engineering, nanotechnology, and other sciences she uses in her everyday work. Felin loves to spend time in her lab tinkering with various devices and concepts, producing a prodigious number of inventions as a result of this. Of course, most of her inventions serve a nefarious purpose of some kind, usually involving some aspect of tickling some poor subject out of his or her wits. She knows that her laboratory is a dense, archaic maze with too many devices willing to snap up and torment careless passers-by, and she delights in the 'mad scientist' label often applied to her. Felin enjoys putting on an air of megalomania to tease those who don't know better, and her mesmerizing garnet eyes and feline smirk are often employed to heighten this ruse.
    However, this is simply what Felin refers to as her 'game face' when working on an invention - or working someone over - in her lab. She tends to be quiet when relaxing, speaking softly but not at all shy. Often she can be found curled up with a book, reading in the common room. Felin is slow to anger but quick to let fly with her dry wit and sarcasm. She is often solicitous to those who are in need, showing her hidden 'soft side' in such instances as when she is around Xei or Kylie. And, though she  seems mean and merciless in her lab setting, she does not push someone past the limits of their endurance.

History:
    Felin, as stated, belongs to the race of beings known as neko-jin. She was recruited by the then-commander of the Dark Kingdom's forces on Earth, Nephrite, as a technical specialist to aid in his campaign against the Sailor Senshi. Her interest in his method of subjugation by tickling had its foundation in Felin's natural scientific curiosity and her fascination with involuntary responses of otherwise highly intelligent creatures. Nephrite's proposal was readily accepted and Felin built her first lab and first practical experience in operations against the Sailor Senshi. It was during this time that her enjoyment of inflicting tickle torture manifested itself, and she pursued this interest with zeal, encouraged by her superior Nephrite.
    Over time Felin discovered that she too was rather ticklish, and as she was subjected to it with more frequency, her understanding of how to employ it became more acute. Gradually Felin abandoned sessions of merciless torture in favor of more precisely employed mechanical instruments and increasingly a greater amount of psychological prodding too, known more colloquially as 'teasing'. It was this aspect of her work that she found she enjoyed the most, and since she was still able to produce the same results with the different and coincidentally less severe method, she decided to adopt it.
    Of course, in the end, Nephrite was ultimately removed from his position by external and internal pressures, and the succeeding commander decided that he had no use for Felin or the other specialists and equipment Nephrite had accumulated. Felin was forced to leave and to seek employment elsewhere. This produced a glaringly acute problem for her, because no normal person would employ a technologically savvy catgirl with intricate knowledge of how to best tickle someone. Despite the apparently ludicrousness of the job description, Felin pursued that line for six months before arriving in the aptly named Otaku City. Once there, she discovered that the rumors of the secretive ATF were true, and was able to arrange a job interview.
    Subsequently meeting with Jaynin, Felin was offered a position much like her old one, with the exception that this time she was free to direct her efforts and research in any direction she wished. The conditions of her employment were odd, but acceptable; her income in monetary terms was minimal, but she was given a vast budget to reconstruct a laboratory, as well as generous room and board terms. Her new home, a large castle twenty minutes outside of the city limits and on the coast of the continent, was with Jaynin, in his castle. There, she was granted the first basement to use as she pleased, and from that moment on, what would become the semi-legendary Lab commenced construction.

Special Abilities:
    Felin's tail is incredibly dexterous, the muscular structure allowing her to control it with great precision. The tail is prehensile, meaning that it can grasp things precisely, and it can stretch out to extend to a range of six feet. Often Felin uses her tail as a snare of sorts, wrapping up the leg of a potentially fleeing victim or using it as a makeshift rope to bind a pair of wrists together.

Weakpoints:
    Speaking of ticklishness, Felin has quite a bit of that. She is very ticklish under her arms, but her feet come close in magnitude. Her very worst spot is her navel, which she guards closely. However, her sensitivity is multiplied tenfold when she is attacked with a hairbrush; this drives her crazy, especially when it is brushed against the natural grain of her fur. Also, Felin cannot stand the water and will go to great lengths to avoid getting wet, because for her the process of drying off is not so trivial and can take more than an hour, or two if she gets completely drenched. Felin is not pleasant to be around when wet.