Leora Smith
Fandom Associated With: X-Men
Full Name: Leora Panthera Jean Smith
Nicknames: Lee, Kitty, Leo, Wild Thing
Codename: Wildcat
Birthdate: August 9th, 1850
Mother: Angelina Smith (dead)
Father: Peter Smith (dead)
Sibling(s): Elizabeth Smith (dead)
Associations: X-Men, Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children
Occupation: X-Woman, Biology and Natural History teacher
Mutation Classification: Class 4/ Alpha
Gender: Female
Age: 180, 32 physically
Species: Mutant/Homo Sapiens Superior
Dating: Logan Howlett a.k.a Wolverine
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Hair Type: Straight
Eye Color: Hazel Blue
Mutations: Hydrokinesiss, Shape-shift into a half leopard hybrid, Healing factor
Extra Information: Healing Factor allows her to be physically 32 years old, Piloting Skills, Very Powerful, Very Dangerous
Backstory~~( this is all in past tense, so there will be no dialogue)
Warnings: Leora has a very tragic and dark past so there will be some pretty bad things that happen. Murder, pain, blood mentioning, death, just one cuss word guys, and crazy sad feels, so If your not good with that, don't read if you don't want to.
Leora was born on a Texas ranch on August 9th, 1850. Becuase she had no brothers, she grew up helping her father in the fields, and learning how to hunt, trap, and kill for her family, while her younger sister helped her mother around the house with the womans duties.
Leora had always been fascinated with the world outside of her small home life, and loved to read the rare few books her father would bring home for her after selling there crops and animals in town.
Her and her family grew into a tight bond, and they all loved each other fiercely. Leora was and had always been very aggressive and protective of those she loved, and so her father nicknamed her his "Little Wildcat," a name she represents and lives up to till this day.
One night after her father had gotten back from the town, Leora was awoken by her parents arguing fiercely in hushed whispers. Her father was saying that a strange man had come to the auction, trying to buy Leoras favorite horse, Bucky, who was her 14th birthday present which had happened a month before. Her father had tried to explain that he wasn't for sell, but with his sleek black coat and muscles ripping underneath, the man hadn't let up. He was looking for a prime racing and work animal, and Bucky met the criteria.
When her father had repeatedly refused, the man had sworn revenge, and told him he would regret the decision.
Leoras brows furrowed, and she had eventually sunk into an uneasy sleep, unknowing that her life would never be the same again.
*Timeskip brought to you by Leora saying "Deal with it."*
Another long, hot day had gone by filled with hard work, harvested game, and healthy animals.
Leoras mother, Angelina, was busy smoking the venison her father Peter had shot that day.
Peter was busy polishing his rifle in the corner whilst he smoked a cigar.
And Leora was showing her little sister Elizabeth pictures out of a book about Africas animals.
Leora was caught up in wonder at the sleek, beautiful cats that where leaping around the page, stretching, snarling, and taking care of their young.
She wondered if one day when she was grown up, she could take Elizabeth and herself to Africa, to see these animals in action.
Leora was pondering these things while 5 year old Elizabeth mock growled and pretended to bite her hand. Leora fake gasped and grabbed her spinning her around in the small kitchen while she giggled and flailed her arms about.
Suddenly there was a booming knock on the front door making fragments of dust flutter off of it.
"Whose there?" Her father had called, suspicion raised in his tone. No one came by this late without a days notice, so this was very unusual.
The person didn't answer. Leoras father called out louder, cocking his rifle.
Still, no answer.
Leoras mother sucked in a sharp breath, fear for her only daughters filling her gaze. "Peter..." she whimpered, nodding towards them.
His gaze hardened with realization, and he told Leora to get in the closet with her sister, to be real quiet, and not come out intell told by one of them.
Leora had swept up Elizabeth, swiftly crossing the space to the closet and quietly shutting them inside.
She heard her father call out once more, to be answered by a crash as whoever was outside broke the door open.
Leora and Elizabeth peeked out of a little peephole in the door, watching what was going on, stifflieing gasps of surprise.
Three men dressed in nice suits stepped inside in unison, all sharing the same face, and with a flick of one's wrist, her father's gun flew out of his hands.
Leora was bewildered! How did he do that!? But her attention was quickly brought back to the pressing matter at hand.
The man in the middle brought two fingers to his temple focusing briefly, and the fist belonging to her father froze mid-punch. His face turned incredulous, then to anger as he was frozen in place.
Quieter than a shadow in the night, Leoras mother had tried to sweep behind him to press a knife to his throat, but was too frozen.
Leoras thoughts were racing threw her mind faster than she could process them. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Somehow these people were controlling them? They couldn't defend themselves! She needed to help them! But what about what her father had said? About staying in the closet? She needed to protect her sister. But her parents needed her too. She didn't know what to do. What could she do?
Leora weighed her options. She could either stay in this closet with her sister, hoping the men wouldn't find them. Or she could blow there cover, the only edge she had, and hope they made it out alive. After all, what could one 14 year old girl do? What should she do?
The question was quickly decided for her as her sister let out a gasp and tried to rush out. Leora held her back, wrapping her arms around her and covering her mouth with her hand. She couldn't save her parents from whatever awaited them, but she could protect her sister and keep her alive.
The men where speaking now and another man came out of the shadows.
Leoras Fathers eyes widened with recognition. This must of been the man that wanted to buy her Bucky. The same man that had told him he would get revenge.
The 4th man spoke, talking in a low, dangerous tone to her father, before nodding to the man somehow freezing him with his mind.
The look in Peter's eyes was replaced with fear before they glazed over, the blackness of his pupils spreading to cover his irises. His face became blank, emotion-less, and he slowly relaxed, standing straight up and straight forward.
He slowly advanced toward Leoras mother who was still frozen, his motions slow, drawed out. He took the knife from her trembling hand as tears began to spill down her cheeks. And as she met his black and blank gaze, a sob escaped her lips.
Leora felt a twist of fear in her stomach as she knew what was going to happen next.
Her mother's scream penetrated deep within her, sliceing threw her soul, threw her heart, as her father thrust the knife into her chest, blood leaking out of her mouth her eyes meeting his, before they glazed over and her head rolled back.
She was dead.
Elizabeth's sobbed quietly into Leoras chest, the warm wetness of tears running over her hand. Leora bit her lip hard to hold back a scream that wanted to tear free from her throat, feeling her own tears begin to trickle out of her eyes, her vision blurry. She hugging her little body tight to her chest as to comfort her as much as her self.
Blinking back the tears stinging her eyes, Leora looked up in time to see one of the men smirk and let her mothers body fall to the ground, blood pooling around her.
Her fathers eyes returned to normal and he screamed, taking in everything before him and coming to the realization of things. He threw himself down at his wife's body, falling to pieces before all of there eyes.
When he looked back up, his eyes red and puffy, he let out a savage yell and charged at the men watching, throwing some punches before the 4th man brought out a small pistol, shooting him in the head. His body fell next to his wife's, still and unmoving.
Elizabeth screamed, and Leora felt her heart crack in two.
The men's heads whipped around to face the source of the sound. The 4th man gave a swift command.
"Bring me the girls."
Fear pounded threw Leora at the thought of these men doing something horrible to them, before a surge of protection rushed over her for the little girl crying in her arms, she stood up.
When the three men reached the door if the closet, Leora slammed it open, smashing it into one of the men's noses. He let out a horce cry, his hands coming up to shield it from view, blood leaking out from between his fingers.
Leora tried to do it again to the next guy, but he caught the door in his hands and ripped it off its hinges. He grabbed Leora by her hair, yanking her out of the closet, while the other man grabbed her sister.
"We can't have any witnesses can we, little one?" The 4th man sneered at Leora as she twisted in the man's grasp.
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER!" Leora roared, as he turned instead to her sister.
"No, I don't think I will after what you did to him," he said back, lazily drawing out his words as he gestured to the man still cluching his nose.
"NO!" She shrieked as he grabbed little Elizabeth by the throat lifting her into the air as she squealed in fear.
"STOP IT! STOP!!"
Leora thrashed and squirmed and did everything she could do to get free. She scrached and clawed, punched and fought. She even dug her nails into his arm, and bit him as hard as she could feeling the skin split between her teeth.
"You little bitch!" The man yelled, slamming his fist into the side of her head, making it snap backwards and her vision go fuzzy.
She fought back against the swelling blackness that threatened to envelope her.
After a moment, her vision finally cleared enough for her to see her sisters body fallen down next to there parents, dead as well.
Then. Right then in there it happened. Something snapped free within her, broke threw, released itself in all of its fury.
The walls shook, the floors vibrated, but Leora didn't notice.
She didn't care.
All of her energy, all of her being was focused on one thing, that being the man in front of her.
Water began to rise out of the pitcher on the table, the water pump outside busted, spraying wildly.
Leora felt an unknown power rise from up inside of her, frothing, raging, taking over. She lifted one of her hands, instinct taking over, and the men around her began to slowly levitate, yelping as they rose into the air.
The water swirled around her, obeying her, becoming one with her. With a violent jerk of her head, Leora caused the man behind her to fly back into the wall, his spine cracking against it, killing him.
The 4th man looked at her with wide eyes filled with fear, quickly ordering the two other suited men to dispose of her.
Th men slowly advanced towards her, murmuring things that were supposed to make her stop, to calm her down. They didn't. They only fueled her anger more.
Rage like nothing she had ever felt before flooded throughout her body. She quickly glanced at the book on the table, the page still turned to the one with the leopards. The wildcats.
A savage shriek ripped through the air, and it took Leora a moment to realize it was her own. Pain raked throughout her, taking over her. Her vision turned blood-red, and she could feel her pupils shrink and lengthen out. Her teeth grew longer, sharper, and her ears felt like they were on fire as they melted into her head and reappeared on top of it. A tail grew out of her lower back, and Leora screamed again as claws forced there way out of her finger nails. The pain burned, and she could feel her senses grow sharper, more acute to everything about her.
When the burning stopped, she stood there panting, the men staring at her in awe and fear. She got control of her new "parts"?
What was happening to her?
Leoras curious thoughts finally broke through. What was going on with her? She had just thrown a man and killed him, she was controlling water with her mind, and now she had just turned into some kind of cat-monster thingy? And again, WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER!?!
But as her gaze once more met the 4th mans, she gained control. She knew what do do.
A knife flew at her head so fast, it was a blur in the air. Out of pure instinct, she reflexively caught it, the blade slicing her hand before she let it clatter to the floor. She looked at her hand, at the blood pumping out, and felt a strange feeling of calm as it immediately healed over.
With a growl, she launched herself at the two men in suites, leaping on them and slicing them with her claws across the throat, blood squirting all over her as they died.
She turned to the 4th man, and she could smell the terror rolling off him in waves.
" Y-your... " he stuttered, as Leora tripped him, hovering over his body, preparing for the kill, A savage hunteress posed and ready for the end of her prey.
"Your going to die for what you've done." She responded cooley.
"P-p-please!! Don't do this!"
"And why shouldn't I?!" She hissed, anger flowing, claws flexing. "Because," he responded, desperation filling his tone. "I know what you are."
This froze Leora in her tracks. This man knew what was happening to her, what she was now. She had to find out.
"And what would that be?" She said back, her voice flat, emotionless.
"A mutant."
A what? He couldn't be serious. He was scum trying to save his own worthless skin!
"Not good enough." She responded harshly, grabbing him by his collar and rearing her claws back.
"No!" He pleaded.
"I told you that you would die for what you've done."
She stabbed her claws through his chest, shoving them in deep. He gasped in pain, clawed at her blood stained dress weakly.
"At least.... At least tell me your name..." He choked out.
Leora hesitated, before she felt her heart harden like a stone.
"My name, is Wildcat."
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It had been many years since that unfortunate night for Leora.
She had fled into the woods after digging the graves of her family, freeing her animals, and letting the rest burn to ashes.
She had stayed there, A lost soul, searching for who she was and where she belonged.
She trained herself to be hard as stone, both mentality and physically. She had grown very beautiful, and very strong, learning how to fight over the many years.
She learned how to control her mutations, becoming very skilled and powerful.
One day she had been forced to defend herself from some drunk idiots at a bar, and had to expose who she was. One person had seemed especially interested in her mutations, but Leora didn't stick around long enough to find out why.
Turns out that person was a solider for a man named William Striker, who loved to capture mutants and experiment on them. They found her in the woods one day, and after knocking Leora out after much fighting, took her prisoner.
They kept her, torchered her, starved her, experimented on her for more than 70 years, until one day she was freed.
A man they called "Wolverine" was coming and noticed her. Whenever he pointed her out in her glass cage in the wall, the woman then proceeded to tell him all about how they had "found her alone and desperate" and that they where helping to "save" her.
Wolverine had watched her curiously, and with much interest while she did the same. She had to admit he wasn't to bad looking, and she had felt a strange pull to him.
Whenever the woman had mentioned anamantium, Leora had lept up from her spot on the floor, running over to the glass and pressing her hands on it, shaking her head no wildly.
She had overheard the scientists speaking about the project, and knew it was bad from the start. They were planing to inject the mutant selected with the anamantium metal, then erase there memories, so they could use them as a weapon? At least that's what she thought. She had also heard that if the transfer was successful, she was next.
She didn't want this man to go through the horrors that she had, to feel the pain she had. And she tried to tell him. Tried to warn him. But the woman blew her off, steering him away from her, and the truth.
Leora sighed, wanting to cry, feeling as helpless as the day her family was murdered.
But she didn't.
She couldn't.
She wouldn't.
Instead she watched as the now naked man was put in the tank. She watched him screaming in agony, unable to do anything. And she watched him die. She bowed her head feeling a heavy loss deep In her chest. Why? Why did it feel like everywhere she went, death followed?
She exhaled, her breath coming out sharply. Why hadn't he listened to her? Or at least payed more attention to what she was trying to say? She could have saved him. No. She would have saved him. She could have tried harder, if she had maybe the attractive man wouldn't be dead.
A small beeping jolted her out of her thoughts. Leoras head snapped forwards, quickly assessing with was going on.
Scientists where zooming around, typing on machines, jotting down notes, and one was pointing to something. Leora followed his finger and let out a small sigh of relief as the man's pulse slowly but steadily rose.
His heart beat faster, stronger, and Leora watched attentively.
"Erase his memory."
Leora felt the impact of the words before her mind could fully process them. They where going to erase the man's memory.
Leora snarled as she mutated, slamming a fist against the glass, and running her claws along it. A horrible screeching filled the air, making several scientists stop what they were doing. A few more scientists bursted through the doors with earmuffs on, clipboards in hand, vigorously taking notes on her behavior.
They didn't know why she was doing this. But she did. And as she made direct eye contact with Striker, he did too. She was waking up Wolverine.
With a roar, he burst up out of the tank, and to Leoras amazement, unsheathed claws! Not similar to hers, but claws none the less.
He moved with the ferocity of a blazing fire, killing everyone in his path.
This went on, and on, and on, untell everyone was dead. The lucky few who had escaped had sounded the alarm, it blared overhead flashing red.
Wolverine stopped, panting, looking around for a way out of the horrible place. He spotted the door, the same door that Leora herself had stared at for hours at a time wishing she could be anywhere but there.
He jogged over to it. Reached for the handle to freedom. And hesitated.
He slowly looked back, straight at Leora. "Help me. Please." Her eyes pleded.
Every second he waited to open that door and burst out, was a second closer to him being captured. *(wink wink)*
To Leoras shock, he sprinted over to where she was being held, stopping in front of her. Now that she could see all of him clearly there was no denying the fact that this man was fine. To fine. Hot even.
There gazes roamed over each other, two completely diffrent animals, yet the same. They stayed that way for a few moments, and Leora got lost in his eyes.
While before they had just been a greenish- blue color, now they had changed, due to the anamantium she assumed. They where a warm chocolate brown now, with flecks and starbursts of green around his pupils. She was mesmerised by them.
She finally broke away from their trance, and the man did the same, shaking his head looking smitten.
He unsheathed his claws, now gleaming with silvery anamantium, and motioned for her to step aside. She did, and he plunged them into the plexiglass, ripping downward.
The entire wall cracked into trillions of peices before shattering. The fragments flew everywhere, and Leora turned her head away to avoid getting shards stuck in her eyes.
She straightened up, locking eyes with him once more. She was a little taken back at how close they were, with nothing in between them now.
Suddenly guards burst threw the doors, running towards them. Leora and Wolverine took off, heading for the exit. They reached it and Leora froze as a blast of icey air hit her in the face, carrying with it the sent of decile, prey, and pine.
The man turned towards her one last time before giving her a nod, turning, and running into the forest.
Leora took a deep breath of freedom, feeling a heavy weight lift off of her shoulders, and sprinted in the opposite direction.
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Leora lived in the woods again for many years before a man named Charles Xavier found her. He was looking for a group of remarkable mutants to start a team. They called themselves the X-Men.
She fought with them and over time, Charles started a school at his mansion for mutants like them.
She was reunited with Wolverine, who had been recaptured, memory wiped, and then released once more. He had no memory of the time he had freed her from her own prison. She however, did. But she never told him. Over time, there friendship grew into love, and they started dating. They both live at the X-Mansion together, along with the rest of the X-Men and all of there beloved students.
But that's not the end of her story!
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