'Omaha'

You are not sure if you are a villain or a hero, not yet, but you know it is pretty much inevitable that you will become one or the other. Just yesterday you were minding your own business, and saw an unassuming storefront with the words 'Curios and Gifts' painted on the window. You knew your sister liked antiques and other oddments and her birthday was coming up in two weeks so you went in.

The shop was dusty and looked almost abandoned, yet it couldn't be, since it was fully stocked, so you wandered around looking at the goods on sale and marveling at how cheap everything was for about 20 minutes before you came upon a statue of Bast, carved out of a solid block of basalt, dressed with real gold clothes, and about the size of your thigh, with hieroglyphics around the base. You hadn't touched anything but you reached out and brushed your hand over the dusty statue, and felt yourself CHANGE.

It hurt like hell, the bones in your face and hands and feet shifting, growing, altering, fur sprouting from almost every inch of your body, and vertebra by vertebra a long feline tail morphing out of your tailbone, to swish and lash behind you. You must have blacked out from the pain, because the next thing you knew you were outside, on another street, with the statue packed in huge amounts of tissue paper inside a duffel bag that said "Thanks for Shopping, Come Again Soon!" and a receipt for 10 bucks even. You took the bag and hightailed it back to your flat, where you looked in the mirror and found that you were now a six foot tall anthropomorphic black cat, with hair all over your body except your nipples and the palms of your hands and pads of your feet, which now resembled those of a panther instead of human feet, as well as the top of your head and your vagina which had normal human hair, though it was black now instead of brown. You also had claws and teeth like knives, and your ears we on top of your head and could flick every which way just like a cat.

That night you went out and tested a few other things, and found you could do a lot of other things cats could do, only proportional to a human, jumping 42 feet into the air from a standing start, and dropping from even higher uninjured. You could sprint at 30mph, outrunning slow moving cars, and your agility, well, lets just say that if they put you in a basketball match between yourself and the entire Harlem Globe Trotters it wouldn't even be a fair contest: for them.

You thought about calling yourself 'Cat Woman' but your pretty sure that's copyrighted, and then remembered a comic book about a female anthropomorphic cat named 'Omaha' which is where you grew up, that you read a few issues of in college, and spent the rest of the night browsing the internet trying to find contact details for the author and managed the this morning to get him on the phone and explain your situation. He agreed to licence the name to you, provided you did the right thing and registered with the 'Meta-human Mobilization Department' which, at least allegedly, does it's best to keep supers from turning to crime, finding them jobs with law enforcement, fire departments, park rangers, and hospitals, where they can put their abilities to 'better use'. You told him you would think about it, and hung up.

You don't trust the government, not as far as you can throw them, but you are considering his offer, and today will be what decides you, you are going to call yourself 'Omaha' either way, weather it be illegally as a villain or with Mr Waller's permission as a hero, but you haven't decided yet which that will be. You are going to go around town today in your 'Super Costume' of a leopard print bathing suit, and see which way fate takes you: Hero Or Villain, like the rest of your life, it's out of your hands now.