Ursa the Thief
Player: @Danger Rose
Origin:	Mutation
Archetype:	Brute
Security Level:	50
Personal Data
Real Name:	Madeline Aurora Bisley
Known Aliases:	The Bearglar.
Species:	Human
Age:	29
Height:	6' 1", [6’5’’ in heels]
Weight:	190 lbs
Eye Color:	Hazel
Hair Color:	As Ursa, bubblegum pink; as Madeline, Red
Biographical Data
Nationality:	US Citizen
Occupation:	Curator at Paragon’s Museum of Natural History
Place of Birth:	Los Angeles, CA
Base of Operations:	Paragon City/Etoli Isles
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Frank Bisley [father-deceased], Allison Sharpe [mother-deceased], Alphonse Bisley [uncle]
Known Powers
Super strength, fast healing, limited shapeshifting [hair only].
Known Abilities
Stealth and camouflage.
Equipment
Grapling hook, knockout gas pellets
No additional information available.

Also known as The Bearglar, I'm particularly fond of that one; and the girl with a thousand faces, which is completely inaccurate; and the only reason I mention it is because my mentor was the one who coined that one. As my name implies, I'm a bear themed cat burglar. Why bear themed? I'm 6'1" [6'6" in heels,a nd I always wear heels!] and very well endowed, I couldn't pass for a gazelle if my life depended on it! And besides, there are just too many cat themed heroines and villains in this country; and don't get me started with the catgirls...

Biography

Madeline Bisley

Madeline Aurora Bisley was born in L.A. on September 7, 1981 to Frank Bisley and Allison Sharpe; a prolific film director and a well known actress. After her parent's death in a plane crash in 1995; she was sent to live with her uncle Alphonse Bisley, an art dealer whose base of operation was in Paragon City, RI.

Under her uncle's tutelage, Madeline learned to appreciate art and history. She completed her graduate and postgraduate studies in Anthropology at Founders Falls University; and she currently holds a position as curator at the Paragon Museum of Natural History.

She also works as an art dealer and does consultation work for Wentworth's Consignment House.

Hmm, this description is almost too good. It doesn't really convey the dull, plain, klutzy academic with the quiet, unadventurous, boring life I was going for. Ah well, as long as it keeps those pesky PR hounds at the museum happy, I shouldn't really complain.

Behind the scenes...

My shrink said I suffer from Borderline Personality Disorder, or as they want to call it Emotionally unstable personality disorder [Call me Emo, and I swear I'll shove your head down your butt!]. It probably has to do with me being a very rich, spoiled brat; or due to the fact that my parents were alcoholic junkies, who gave themselves to a life of excesses, never-ending parties and domestic abuse.

Yeah, I had a rough childhood, is it that hard to believe I turned out the way I did? Don't answer that! It was a rhetorical question! Laced with sarcasm! Anyway, until my parents' death, I was spiraling down a self destructing path. I thought I was beyond salvation, but then I met him...

It takes a thief...

When I was little, old uncle Alphonse could be described in one word, BORING! He was an art dealer and he had the annoying habit of giving lectures on art to any poor soul who had the misfortune of sitting next to him. When he was appointed my legal guardian, I gave him nothing but trouble for the first week. He took it stoically and I thought I had him. Then, I was caught shoplifting. The store owner would have pressed charges, if it weren't for my uncle's intervention. All the ride home he looked very angry, but that didn't intimidate me in the least. What caught me by surprise was his lecture. He took me to his study and without saying a word, he opened a secret passage I had no idea he had, and walked me to his treasure chamber.

It was full of jewels, ancient looking artifacts, paintings, crowns and weapons. "All stolen..." he said; then he said the phrase that would forever define my life: "Appearances are everything. Make the whole world underestimate you, and take everything right under their noses." That's when I learned that my uncle was actually a retired professional thief. The media called him the Bluebird, for he always left a blue feather at the scene of the crime. When I asked him why, he answered "Why not?"

From then on, I became his apprentice. I learned his every trick and survived his grueling physical training regime. The first two years were the toughest, but when I turned 16, something happened that would change the game forever...

Teenage Mutant...

It took my uncle a year and a half to convince me to cut my hair really short so I could put on, and exchange wigs with ease; thus being able to 'change' my appearance in a short notice. A few days after my 16th birthday, we were working on a long hair blonde wig, when suddenly my hair started growing and turning blonde. After a few tries, I managed to alter my hair's length, color and shape, just by looking at pictures and concentrating on a particular hairstyle.

That same day on our training session, I noticed that I could bench press the usual weight with awful ease. That's when my uncle decided to send a blood sample to be analyzed by some of his contacts. The results were amazing. According to the scientist, I was a mutant, and apparently my mutation consisted in cell regeneration and increased durability, which meant I was tough to crack, but if I actually got cracked, I'd get better soon.

I was thrilled to hear the news, until the day after, when my uncle devised a new training program for his 'superhuman panda bear' [a snide nickname, form my years wearing emo make up].

The Panda Bearglar strikes...

My first heist was a very special one. My uncle sent me to steal the formula for an experimental solid fuel, being developed at Hewitt Matics Inc. It was not an easy task. Several days earlier, there had been a break in attempt and the company had doubled the security measures. After two weeks of preparation, I decided I was ready to pull the job.

As I was sitting on the main computer, searching for the formula on the hard drive; I stumbled upon a file concerning an experimental bodysuit with the capability of mimicking ant type of clothes and garments stored in its chip's memory. The only working prototype was stored at the basement vault. After stealing the formula, I made my way into the vault. Due to the lack of a better plan, I ripped the door off its hinges. After knocking out the local security guards; I ripped the stuffed panda bear of my keychain, dropped it on the floor of the vault, and made my escape before the police or a hero arrived. The next morning, my uncle woke me up with the morning paper. On page five, the news read "Panda Thief plunders Hewitt Matics." My uncle approved and Ursa the Thief was born.

Powers and Abilities

Powers

Super Strength

I can bench press a ton with ease, I can break through walls and most vaults fall prey to my punches. According to my uncle's contact, my bones are as strong as titanium and my muscles have an inhumanly high resistance. The combination of both traits are the source of my strength.

Durability

I'm fairly sturdy, thanks to my super strength. Unfortunately I'm not bulletproof. High caliber weapons, energy and elemental attacks can slow me down and can even put me out of commission.

Speed

For a 6'1", 190 lbs buxom lady, I'm extremely fast. Most of my enemies assume I'm slow and pay dearly for such a mistake.

Cell Regeneration

Despite my increased strength and durability, I've sustained injuries that would have killed a grizzly bear. If I couldn't heal fast, I would have been dead a long time ago.

Even though I'm not immune to poisons or toxics,thanks to my cell regeneration, their effects on my body are mild and short lived; most of the times. Another upside is that it takes a lot to get me drunk.

I try to keep most of my powers secret, but the biggest secret I have is the fact that I can regrow missing bodyparts.

Abilities and Skills

Intelligence

I don't like to pry, but I am smart. I have extensive knowledge of ancient history, both classic and modern art, human behavior, magical theory and I'm somewhat versed in the latest technology. I don't claim to be an expert, but it always help to be informed.

Combat Skill

My uncle was very strict concerning this. For six years, he trained me in hand to hand combat; giving special emphasis in mid-range fighting styles.

Hacking Skills

Although, I already had some hacking experience; my uncle had me learn with a group of shady individuals how to bypass most modern protection systems. Short of a sentient program, there's very little that can stand in my way in terms of security softwares.

Piloting Skills

I'm an excellent driver and a licensed pilot. I'm familiar with several aircrafts including the Longbow Chaser and Arachnos Black Helicopters.

Weaknesses

Thrill Seeker

My main weakness is that I can't say no to a good heist. the tougher the security, the more I want to pull the job. Of course, jewels are always interesting; as are magical artifacts and works of art; just as long as they're heavily guarded and in the possession of the filthy rich, I have no qualms in separating them form their owners.

Moral Standards

Yeah, yeah, a thief talking about moral standards. I don't rob from people in the streets; I never steal from the poor; and most importantly, I am NOT a murderer! I don't like people who do such things, but I understand that when you're on the other side of the law, you can't be picky about your friends.

Equipment

Chameleon Suit

An experimental suit that can change its appearance to any type of garment configured in its memory. Even though I buy clothes from time to time, the chameleon suit has become the only piece of clothes I really need.

Night Vision Goggles

I do my best work at night. And these are tools of the trade I really enjoy.

Communication and Surveillance Device

My bear eared headband is actually a communication and surveillance device. It allows me to eavesdrop conversations from afar and keep an ear on the police scanner.

Ascension Gun

A must have for any lady that jumps from rooftops all the time.

Villainous Career

Wanted by the Circle of Thorns

I've had the pleasure of stealing from the LARPG losers on several occasions; making myself non-grata at their meetings and temples. I heard rumors that they placed a bounty on my head.

To Rob a Thief

I don't know what makes them such a delicious target, but I love stealing stolen goods from the Goldbrickers and the Sky Raiders.

Made a Stand

Recently I was commissioned to do a job for Arachnos that required the murder of innocent people. I refused and broke an Arbiter's jaw. My already shaky relationship with Lord Recluse's organization went out the window. So now I work without their sponsorship.

Titan Industries

After my skirmish with Arachnos, it became increasingly hard for me to operate as freely at the Rogue Isles. Thankfully, I was apporached by a young woman named Titan Girl who runs a very decent problem solving business, Titan Industries. The people that work for her is truly a scary bunch, both power-wise and connection-wise. I'm very flatterd that they considered me to work with them; even despite the fact that most of them thought I was a stripper cat girl.

OOC Facts

• Ursa's uniform is based on the Panda bear black and white hair pattern.

• Ursa is not a furry, not a bear-girl, not a catgirl; she doesn't even have a tail! She's very risqué with her costume; but in her core, she's a classic villainess with a theme. I had a guy complain about her costume on the basis that he had bad experiences with furries and especially catgirls. Fortunately, that only happened once.

• Ursa is the character that has the most costumes saved in my computer. Too bad I can only choose 5 of them at a time.

• She's a homage to both Catwoman and Cutie Honey.