Topic: Like A Moth To A Flame

TigerMoth

Date: 2010-08-08 18:19 EST
She couldn't stand by and let the awful things that happened every day in this city continue unhindered any longer. Not now she had these ....super human ....abilities. Her discoveries of her newly developed strength, speed, and senses had been alarming enough, even without her sudden awareness of the various cries for help that echoed through the city every hour of every day.

So she'd decided to do something about it. She couldn't fight against magic, of couse, but there was plenty of crime committed by non-magical begins, against whom she was more than likely to prevail. Her ever day job didn't really do anything to help people; if anything, she made her living from the after-effects of crime and criminal activity.

No one could know who she was, though. The Watch weren't likely to appreciate a vigilante - correction, another vigilante - working the streets of the city without supervision. So ....since she couldn't magically disguise herself, that meant a costume of some kind.

A mask, definitely; and perhaps a suit of some kind, something she could move easily in, and of a material that could withstand any number of accidents, incidents, and attacks that she would most likely come up against.

The material she eventually decided upon was dragon-hide. It was popular enough in the city's fashionable areas, and not likely to raise any suspicions if bought in bulk. And in bulk she did buy it, though never too much from any one supplier. What she ended up with was enough of the toughened leathery hide to provide at least four suits, or outfits, whatever she decided upon.

It was brown in colour generally, though there were a few swatches of gold. A little gaudy, perhaps, not to her tastes, but that was probably all to the good. A few days work with a heavy-duty sewing machine, a little accessory shopping, and she was all set.

A long sleeved vest, and a pair of pants; both slim-fitting, but flexible enough to allow for easy movement. The boots, in the same brown hide, was easily obtained, and a gold-plated buckle for her belt likewise. Her hair, she decided to have caught back from her face, even if it did have a wild tendency to spring free from any band or clip.

Finally, the mask. It was a golden affair, richly decorated with brocade-like touches, covering her face from temple to nose, concealing the most readily identifiable features of her expression. With any luck, no one would get a good look at the green eyes watching from behind the mask, and if they did, they'd be too overwhelmed by the whole ensemble to pay much attention.

Add the gloves to keep any trace of her actual identify a complete secret, and she was ready. The masked figure turned, looking out of her apartment across the city rooftops. Time to do a little good.