(Miyako,
Bat-Mutant)
(We've got some heroes and some likely villains/anti-heroes, so have a mildly paranoid vagrant.
)
It's a little hard to define "strange" in a city inhabited by heroes and villains- the sort of city where nuclear regulations are frighteningly lax, and wizards and aliens pass through on the weekends... a place where no sane person would live, yet it thrives.
Comparatively, the young lady in jeans and an oversized off-white sweater with cat-like ear-pockets in the top of the hood and sleeves that reached past her hands, yet with zippers up their length, buried nose-first in a book as she strolled down the sidewalk looked perfectly normal, and that's what she counted on.
It hadn't been quite two years since she'd escaped that laboratory in the wilderness... or was broken out, she suspected. She'd been abducted as a child for her "special properties" (though she still wondered what that had meant), and while officially presumed dead, she'd been experimented on for years in that nightmarish place; cells and flashing lights, moans from the deeps and men in white coats and gas masks jabbing and prodding with needles, gradually morphing her into the freak of nature that she was today, with a bat's ears, and leathery wings attached to her arms. She couldn't go back. She
wouldn't go back.
Miyako shuddered at the memories, but it was the smell of smoke that snapped her out of her reverie. She'd come out for an early morning raid from the clock tower she'd taken up residence in (it's amazing what people leave in bins!), but she knew this route so well now that even though she still made the regular, high-pitched clicks that let her echolocate (allowing her to navigate while reading- an antisocial demeanor that kept both people and their dogs from bothering her), she'd become completely oblivious to the din of the city.
The din that, she noticed as a surge of paranoia shot down her spine, was now completely absent.
She didn't even have time to react, however, before there was a loud crash behind her, and something hit her in the back, sweeping her off her feet, and knocking the book from her hands and the air from her lungs. Some dashing hero come to whisk her away from danger? She could only hope.
Coughing, she looked up at the figure that had...
absconded with her, at the very least.
"Er... thanks, mister...?" she said meekly, fishing through her breast pocket for her glasses with her free hand. Whoever it was, they were very large and very fast, though since her bones had grown less dense and more flexible with her mutation, it wouldn't take someone that strong to spirit her away.
"GRUNT""Eh...?" Finally donning her glasses, Miyako got her first clear look at her "savior"; a gargantuan, armored gorilla, grinning broadly at her... a little
too broadly.
She'd never had cause to make a 'damsel-in-distress' scream before, but it came surprisingly naturally.
(While the other two animal-mimics can shapeshift, Miyako has a static form that she tries to disguise. Also, while Aaron has night vision and sonic screams, she has terrible vision and uses her sonic ability for echolocation... also has lighter bones, likes reading books and hanging upside-down, and a peculiar taste for insects.
)
Her secret benefactor is a mystery... even I don't know who or what it is!