Post by jestercarr13 on Oct 9, 2020 15:20:07 GMT
Name: Katherine Emma Campbell
Alias: Hex
AKAs: Magic Girl, Katy
Physical Description
Hair: Black, long, worn down, occasionally covering her face and in need of tucking behind her ear.
Eyes: Green
Ethnicity: White British: Manchester, UK
Age: 24
Build: 5'5'', average/slim-ish build
Uniform: No uniform
Personal Style: Katy typically wears dark jeans, often with holes; boots; t-shirts, vests or crop-tops; a tan/brown leather jacket and variety of accessories/jewelry favouring string, leather, common metals and gem-stones rather than precious metals and rare gems. With make-up the way she prefers it, you might see her as a border-line goth or 'wicca' type.
Psychological Description
Personality: Katy is very quiet and reserved, but not shy or meek. It's more that she is taciturn and apathetic. She finds it very difficult to connect and trust people, in particular human people. At least with demons etc., you can more likely predict the kind of person they are, even if that is an evil person. Her trust issues are significantly worse with men.
Relationships: Katy keeps no significant relationships with any other human. She has a familiar, a black cat named Sam, who she can converse with through their magical connection, and there are supernatural creature she can summon or convene with that she enjoys the company of. But not very many people.
Powers & Abilities: Katy is quite an adept witch. After a traumatic young life, she was left naturally open to the mystic aspects of the world around them due to their effect on her 'stability' for lack of a better word. She can magically manifest and manipulate various natural elements given the right spell or ritual, amongst other things, and also convene with the supernatural, including manifestations of the dead. Some, she can control given the right means and opportunity. She has a basic working knowledge of various disciplines including sorcery, witchcraft, alchemy, enchantment, voodoo, necromancy, arcanology, demonology, travel-magic, battle-magic and others. The first manifestation of her magical leanings was of summoning however, a magic she has practiced quite a bit in the years since. A major feature of her witchcraft is her familiar Sam, a black cat magically impressed upon her that she can directly communicate with, and who himself has very limited magical abilities, specifically the ability to project magical, fire-work like bursts of magic that don't cause much harm (unless let off directly in someone's eyes perhaps), but are vividly bright and loud.
Weaknesses: Katy does not trust anybody easily, or freely. Especially humans. Even if they are being quite overtly and sincerely friendly or genuine. She has a natural wont to be away from her own kind. Despite her magical talents, she is in essence a solitary young woman with no other significant talents, abilities or skills.
Skills: Katy's skills are entirely based around her magic. As mundane as it is to bother mentioning, it comes in handy, she's an excellent reader with an incredible vocabulary that includes a number of different languages, both modern and ancient. She has quite finely honed dexterity through constant practice of spells involving delicate handography. Katy is a very good runner, a favourite fail-safe when necessary. Katy is also exceedingly well (self) educated in a number of paranormal disciplines such as arcanology, demonology, parapsychology, astrology etc. etc.
Equipment: Katy carries a satchel style shoulder bag at all times, enchanted to be able to carry between two and three times more than it looks like it should while also off-setting the weight. In the bag she carries an array of ingredients, artifacts, potions and other items she may or may not need for a variety of different magics. Most importantly, it is where she keeps her mother's tome. Her book of spells, not necessarily needed to channel or hone her magic, she's quite capable without it, but it definitely helps to have it near by as she has imbued it with magical reserves she can call upon in a pinch to boost her spells. It belonged to her mother once, a reasonably talented wicca in her own right before she died.
Background: Katherine Emma Campbell's mother was an amateur wicca. You know the type; believed in crystals and seances etc. The fact is, she actually had genuine talent and potential, but never the support to make anything of it. For the most part she was just the local hippy that some of the house-wives and single mothers and what not would visit for a tarot or palm reading, maybe by a healing or protection crystal, mostly just to support her and her child.
Katy didn't know her father for the first 6 or 7 years of her life. Her mother had kicked him out, sick of his drinking and abusive behaviour, when she was 2. But he showed up again those few years later, promising he'd changed. Katy's mother believed him; he looked well, behaved himself, even managed to hold down a job for longer than a few months.
But it didn't last. Once he'd wormed his way back in, old habits returned. The abuse began again. A lot of it centered around his own inadequacies and paranoia; he was convinced Katy wasn't his, but though she was the spit of her mother, there were some clear resemblances with her father that he either didn't notice, or simply chose to ignore. Katy's mother's interests didn't help matters either, aggravating him further, especially when he saw Katy playing at doing the same.
This time however, the abuse escalated quickly, and Katy's mother didn't have the chance to kick her father out before it was too late, and he'd crushed her confidence and cemented his control over her. That was when the physical abuse, already bad enough with black eyes and bruised ribs, got really bad. Katy would lie awake at night, privy to every horrible sound that echoed in their cheap little flat, and completely unable to do anything about it. Her father's psychological abuse had now spilled over, directly on to her, especially as she got older and tried to exercise her own interests in the magical. In short order, it was banned from their home, and he executed this control violently.
Katy's mother died when she was 15. She committed suicide, throwing herself from the window of their 10th storey flat, having been locked in the bedroom the same way she had every day Katy's father went to work for the last two years. Katy saw her fall, not recognizing her until the moment before she landed, as she returned home from school.
In that first half hour before police arrived, and her father returned home shortly after that, many different thoughts raced through Katy's mind:
"She's free, he can't hurt her anymore." - "She abandoned me, now it's just me and him." - "The police will see what it's like, what he did to her, to us." - "They won't care, they can't do anything, there's not enough evidence, he's never physically hurt me." - "Nobody will say anything about him, they're too selfish or afraid to accuse him." - "I'm alone."
Unfortunately, all of them came to bear. Her mother had died on impact. The police found no clear reason to think this was anything other than the suicide of a depressed woman who most likely locked herself in the bedroom. None of the neighbours said a word about the screams and yelling they used to hear from the flat, especially since Katy's mother had lost the will to bother after the first year or so with no result., things must have been fine. Funny how none of them mentioned never seeing either of the Campbell women outside of the flat except when with the man of the house accompanying them food shopping in the weekend, or coming and going to school on weekdays.
Katy was alone. Alone with him.
The psychological abuse continued, with Katy now as the sole recipient, and quickly escalated. And it was relentless, after all he believed she wasn't even his and now he was stuck with her. The physical abuse came not long after, once it dawned upon him that if she wasn't his, he wasn't just stuck with a useless leech. She withdrew from the world almost completely. Even while he still allowed her the choice to go to school, she couldn't bring herself to do so. After a while, not that he needed to bother, he made sure she wouldn't even if she wanted to.
It was her mother that saved her in the end. She came to her one night, not quite in a dream as Katy couldn't sleep much more than a few minutes at a time what with the panic, anxiety and depression. An ethereal spirit Katy wasn't even sure was really there, looking upon her with tired blurry eyes in the dark. Whatever it was, it brought Katy to a loose floorboard in her parent's bedroom, where she was occasionally forced to spend the night. Quietly, she pulled up the board, and in the space beneath it found a few of her mother's old magical items. She remembered most of them, having been able to play with them on occasion. She in particular recognised her mother's tome; a book of magic, spells and knowledge. While reading it, she realised her mother was far more accomplished a wicca than she'd ever let on. On the last page that held an entry, was a note. Reading it, it was clear her mother had written it on the day she'd thrown herself from the bedroom window.
In it, she apologised for leaving. She apologised that she hadn't been, and couldn't be, stronger for her daughter. She went on to explain there was a reason for everything in this world, and that it all meant something, one way or another. And she promised she would come back, and she had to do what she was about to do in order to be stronger, and be able to come back and save her little girl. A breeze came in through the window in that moment, and on it Katy almost heard a voice: 'I so wished to have come back sooner, my sweet girl'.
But as soon as Katy thought she had heard the voice, she was knocked to her back by a vicious blow to the head, causing her elbow to fall into the hole under the floorboard Her father screamed at her for waking him, and then screamed more when he realised what she had found. He came down upon her with fist and foot, breaking bones and splitting skin. But even through the fleshy thuds and roaring blood pulsing in her ears, Katy swore she could hear that voice again, screaming at her wordlessly. Her arm, still trapped in the hole under the floorboard, scrabbled to be free so she could try and drag herself away. Until her hand found smooth metal. She grasped at it, cutting her palm on the sharp edge of what must be a blade. He did not notice what she was doing, having sunk to the floor over her to crush her under him, or worse, but he did notice the searing pain he suddenly felt in his side.
Katy had pulled her arm free, adjusted her grip on the mostly ornamental ritual knife she'd found amongst her mother's trinkets, and buried the blade in her father's side. The blade was curved sharply, like something from the middle east perhaps, and at the angle she stabbed the blade reached up from under his ribs, tearing through heart and lung. In the moment's before he died, he tried desperately to wrestle her hand from it, to which she relented, and allowed him to tightly grasp the handle, only to be too afraid to pull it out. But it was already too late anyway. He was dead in only seconds, though it felt like hours to Katy.
It was hours before she was found. A neighbour had heard the ruckus the night before, and by whatever providence finally decided enough was enough, and intended to confront the horrible little man next door. Somehow, the front door of the apartment was found open and so the neighbour entered and soon saw the evidence of what had transpired: Katy naked and huddled in a corner, battered, bloody and bruised; her father flat on his fat stomach, pasty skin already grey from the loss of blood now pooled under his naked body. Katy had stayed there, paralysed and clutching her mother's tome, the whole time. It was only when she heard the angered voice of her approaching neighbour that she'd had the presence of mind to stow her mother's trinkets, and the tome, back under the floorboard and replace it before sitting atop it. The knife remained in her father's side and grasp.
Katy was cleared of murder in acutely short order, as neighbours finally came forward knowing the vicious little troglodyte was dead, and the truth of what he must have done to his wife, and was now doing to his own daughter, came to light. But she was found in need of significant psychological support and treatment. She was allowed to return to the flat one last time, to gather a few things, before being remanded to an institute that could treat and protect her. It was a nicer place, with clean rooms, good food, comfortable furniture and many amenities... but it was still a prison. She would not be released until they could be certain she was not a danger to herself, or others.
Katy tolerated this for some time, finding that as long as she was remanded there, she was as far away from people as she could be, save those she had to interact with. The doctors and nurses were fine, for the most part. None wanted especially to be her friend, though they were nice enough about their role there, so she felt no pressure to have to value or trust them. Though this did make her treatment quite difficult, as she generally refused to even engage. The other residents were tolerable, for the most part. Mostly so broken that they wanted little to do with her either. Even the ones that were more overtly friendly, she knew what to expect of them and to keep them at a distance.
She spent all of her time studying her mothers book. Reading her note nightly, in particular. The doctors and nurses saw no harm in granting requests for other books about magic and similar disciplines; she exhibited no particularly obsessive tendencies, just a particular interest, which they thought of as healthy given her predisposition to apathy about most other things. Besides, if they sold it in Waterstones, what harm could it possibly pose otherwise?
But Katy did itch for more. No, it wasn't obsession. It was enlightenment. It hadn't taken long with her mother's tome for Katy to discover she had her same gifts, perhaps even more. It was as though she simply suddenly knew, had pierced the veil, and this was life now. A whole new version of the world was open to her, and she needed to know it.
Katy was 18 when she first escaped the institute. And no one ever knew, because she was back before rounds the next morning. She'd discovered things in the commercial books that on their own, to someone who couldn't 'see' more, would have meant nothing. She knew where to look for true magics, where the real books could be found, squirreled away and brought out from the back only for those the proprietors could see something in. It was during one of her first journeys out, after she'd been practicing witchcraft in secret for some time, that a small black cat decided to follow her back to the institute. She knew he was a familiar almost as soon as she realised it wasn't going to stop following her. Their connection only grew, and she kept him secreted away in her room. His name was Sam.
She remained in the institute for some years, though often leaving whenever the whim took her and opportunity allowed, it being as much a home for her now as... well... nowhere else had really been. But her connection to this new world did begin to appear as though she was losing connection to what her doctors and nurses would call the 'real world'. Eventually, they did begin to see her interest as an obsession, and a dangerous level of escape from reality. It was when they removed her gathered belongings, all her notes and even her mother's tome, from her room that that place too stopped being a home, and once again her opinion of people suffered another devastating blow.
Katy fought back, but not with magic. She'd not yet learned to use it so offensively. She screamed, kicked and clawed against the doctors and nurses, until she had to be isolated and confined. It was only because Sam had hid, and found his way into her room through the loose hatch used for sliding in a tray of food at meal times, that Katy was able to escape again. He helped her focus her mind, and execute a short range portal spell she'd been struggling with that allowed her to leave the isolation cell, retrieve her belongings, and leave the institute once and for all.
That was 2 years ago. Technically, she is wanted for re-sectioning, as her internment was court-appointed, but as she is not a criminal she is not on any prominent wanted lists, as such. She has been honing her craft, exploring this new world that is now open to her.
Alias: Hex
AKAs: Magic Girl, Katy
Physical Description
Hair: Black, long, worn down, occasionally covering her face and in need of tucking behind her ear.
Eyes: Green
Ethnicity: White British: Manchester, UK
Age: 24
Build: 5'5'', average/slim-ish build
Uniform: No uniform
Personal Style: Katy typically wears dark jeans, often with holes; boots; t-shirts, vests or crop-tops; a tan/brown leather jacket and variety of accessories/jewelry favouring string, leather, common metals and gem-stones rather than precious metals and rare gems. With make-up the way she prefers it, you might see her as a border-line goth or 'wicca' type.
Psychological Description
Personality: Katy is very quiet and reserved, but not shy or meek. It's more that she is taciturn and apathetic. She finds it very difficult to connect and trust people, in particular human people. At least with demons etc., you can more likely predict the kind of person they are, even if that is an evil person. Her trust issues are significantly worse with men.
Relationships: Katy keeps no significant relationships with any other human. She has a familiar, a black cat named Sam, who she can converse with through their magical connection, and there are supernatural creature she can summon or convene with that she enjoys the company of. But not very many people.
Powers & Abilities: Katy is quite an adept witch. After a traumatic young life, she was left naturally open to the mystic aspects of the world around them due to their effect on her 'stability' for lack of a better word. She can magically manifest and manipulate various natural elements given the right spell or ritual, amongst other things, and also convene with the supernatural, including manifestations of the dead. Some, she can control given the right means and opportunity. She has a basic working knowledge of various disciplines including sorcery, witchcraft, alchemy, enchantment, voodoo, necromancy, arcanology, demonology, travel-magic, battle-magic and others. The first manifestation of her magical leanings was of summoning however, a magic she has practiced quite a bit in the years since. A major feature of her witchcraft is her familiar Sam, a black cat magically impressed upon her that she can directly communicate with, and who himself has very limited magical abilities, specifically the ability to project magical, fire-work like bursts of magic that don't cause much harm (unless let off directly in someone's eyes perhaps), but are vividly bright and loud.
Weaknesses: Katy does not trust anybody easily, or freely. Especially humans. Even if they are being quite overtly and sincerely friendly or genuine. She has a natural wont to be away from her own kind. Despite her magical talents, she is in essence a solitary young woman with no other significant talents, abilities or skills.
Skills: Katy's skills are entirely based around her magic. As mundane as it is to bother mentioning, it comes in handy, she's an excellent reader with an incredible vocabulary that includes a number of different languages, both modern and ancient. She has quite finely honed dexterity through constant practice of spells involving delicate handography. Katy is a very good runner, a favourite fail-safe when necessary. Katy is also exceedingly well (self) educated in a number of paranormal disciplines such as arcanology, demonology, parapsychology, astrology etc. etc.
Equipment: Katy carries a satchel style shoulder bag at all times, enchanted to be able to carry between two and three times more than it looks like it should while also off-setting the weight. In the bag she carries an array of ingredients, artifacts, potions and other items she may or may not need for a variety of different magics. Most importantly, it is where she keeps her mother's tome. Her book of spells, not necessarily needed to channel or hone her magic, she's quite capable without it, but it definitely helps to have it near by as she has imbued it with magical reserves she can call upon in a pinch to boost her spells. It belonged to her mother once, a reasonably talented wicca in her own right before she died.
Background: Katherine Emma Campbell's mother was an amateur wicca. You know the type; believed in crystals and seances etc. The fact is, she actually had genuine talent and potential, but never the support to make anything of it. For the most part she was just the local hippy that some of the house-wives and single mothers and what not would visit for a tarot or palm reading, maybe by a healing or protection crystal, mostly just to support her and her child.
Katy didn't know her father for the first 6 or 7 years of her life. Her mother had kicked him out, sick of his drinking and abusive behaviour, when she was 2. But he showed up again those few years later, promising he'd changed. Katy's mother believed him; he looked well, behaved himself, even managed to hold down a job for longer than a few months.
But it didn't last. Once he'd wormed his way back in, old habits returned. The abuse began again. A lot of it centered around his own inadequacies and paranoia; he was convinced Katy wasn't his, but though she was the spit of her mother, there were some clear resemblances with her father that he either didn't notice, or simply chose to ignore. Katy's mother's interests didn't help matters either, aggravating him further, especially when he saw Katy playing at doing the same.
This time however, the abuse escalated quickly, and Katy's mother didn't have the chance to kick her father out before it was too late, and he'd crushed her confidence and cemented his control over her. That was when the physical abuse, already bad enough with black eyes and bruised ribs, got really bad. Katy would lie awake at night, privy to every horrible sound that echoed in their cheap little flat, and completely unable to do anything about it. Her father's psychological abuse had now spilled over, directly on to her, especially as she got older and tried to exercise her own interests in the magical. In short order, it was banned from their home, and he executed this control violently.
Katy's mother died when she was 15. She committed suicide, throwing herself from the window of their 10th storey flat, having been locked in the bedroom the same way she had every day Katy's father went to work for the last two years. Katy saw her fall, not recognizing her until the moment before she landed, as she returned home from school.
In that first half hour before police arrived, and her father returned home shortly after that, many different thoughts raced through Katy's mind:
"She's free, he can't hurt her anymore." - "She abandoned me, now it's just me and him." - "The police will see what it's like, what he did to her, to us." - "They won't care, they can't do anything, there's not enough evidence, he's never physically hurt me." - "Nobody will say anything about him, they're too selfish or afraid to accuse him." - "I'm alone."
Unfortunately, all of them came to bear. Her mother had died on impact. The police found no clear reason to think this was anything other than the suicide of a depressed woman who most likely locked herself in the bedroom. None of the neighbours said a word about the screams and yelling they used to hear from the flat, especially since Katy's mother had lost the will to bother after the first year or so with no result., things must have been fine. Funny how none of them mentioned never seeing either of the Campbell women outside of the flat except when with the man of the house accompanying them food shopping in the weekend, or coming and going to school on weekdays.
Katy was alone. Alone with him.
The psychological abuse continued, with Katy now as the sole recipient, and quickly escalated. And it was relentless, after all he believed she wasn't even his and now he was stuck with her. The physical abuse came not long after, once it dawned upon him that if she wasn't his, he wasn't just stuck with a useless leech. She withdrew from the world almost completely. Even while he still allowed her the choice to go to school, she couldn't bring herself to do so. After a while, not that he needed to bother, he made sure she wouldn't even if she wanted to.
It was her mother that saved her in the end. She came to her one night, not quite in a dream as Katy couldn't sleep much more than a few minutes at a time what with the panic, anxiety and depression. An ethereal spirit Katy wasn't even sure was really there, looking upon her with tired blurry eyes in the dark. Whatever it was, it brought Katy to a loose floorboard in her parent's bedroom, where she was occasionally forced to spend the night. Quietly, she pulled up the board, and in the space beneath it found a few of her mother's old magical items. She remembered most of them, having been able to play with them on occasion. She in particular recognised her mother's tome; a book of magic, spells and knowledge. While reading it, she realised her mother was far more accomplished a wicca than she'd ever let on. On the last page that held an entry, was a note. Reading it, it was clear her mother had written it on the day she'd thrown herself from the bedroom window.
In it, she apologised for leaving. She apologised that she hadn't been, and couldn't be, stronger for her daughter. She went on to explain there was a reason for everything in this world, and that it all meant something, one way or another. And she promised she would come back, and she had to do what she was about to do in order to be stronger, and be able to come back and save her little girl. A breeze came in through the window in that moment, and on it Katy almost heard a voice: 'I so wished to have come back sooner, my sweet girl'.
But as soon as Katy thought she had heard the voice, she was knocked to her back by a vicious blow to the head, causing her elbow to fall into the hole under the floorboard Her father screamed at her for waking him, and then screamed more when he realised what she had found. He came down upon her with fist and foot, breaking bones and splitting skin. But even through the fleshy thuds and roaring blood pulsing in her ears, Katy swore she could hear that voice again, screaming at her wordlessly. Her arm, still trapped in the hole under the floorboard, scrabbled to be free so she could try and drag herself away. Until her hand found smooth metal. She grasped at it, cutting her palm on the sharp edge of what must be a blade. He did not notice what she was doing, having sunk to the floor over her to crush her under him, or worse, but he did notice the searing pain he suddenly felt in his side.
Katy had pulled her arm free, adjusted her grip on the mostly ornamental ritual knife she'd found amongst her mother's trinkets, and buried the blade in her father's side. The blade was curved sharply, like something from the middle east perhaps, and at the angle she stabbed the blade reached up from under his ribs, tearing through heart and lung. In the moment's before he died, he tried desperately to wrestle her hand from it, to which she relented, and allowed him to tightly grasp the handle, only to be too afraid to pull it out. But it was already too late anyway. He was dead in only seconds, though it felt like hours to Katy.
It was hours before she was found. A neighbour had heard the ruckus the night before, and by whatever providence finally decided enough was enough, and intended to confront the horrible little man next door. Somehow, the front door of the apartment was found open and so the neighbour entered and soon saw the evidence of what had transpired: Katy naked and huddled in a corner, battered, bloody and bruised; her father flat on his fat stomach, pasty skin already grey from the loss of blood now pooled under his naked body. Katy had stayed there, paralysed and clutching her mother's tome, the whole time. It was only when she heard the angered voice of her approaching neighbour that she'd had the presence of mind to stow her mother's trinkets, and the tome, back under the floorboard and replace it before sitting atop it. The knife remained in her father's side and grasp.
Katy was cleared of murder in acutely short order, as neighbours finally came forward knowing the vicious little troglodyte was dead, and the truth of what he must have done to his wife, and was now doing to his own daughter, came to light. But she was found in need of significant psychological support and treatment. She was allowed to return to the flat one last time, to gather a few things, before being remanded to an institute that could treat and protect her. It was a nicer place, with clean rooms, good food, comfortable furniture and many amenities... but it was still a prison. She would not be released until they could be certain she was not a danger to herself, or others.
Katy tolerated this for some time, finding that as long as she was remanded there, she was as far away from people as she could be, save those she had to interact with. The doctors and nurses were fine, for the most part. None wanted especially to be her friend, though they were nice enough about their role there, so she felt no pressure to have to value or trust them. Though this did make her treatment quite difficult, as she generally refused to even engage. The other residents were tolerable, for the most part. Mostly so broken that they wanted little to do with her either. Even the ones that were more overtly friendly, she knew what to expect of them and to keep them at a distance.
She spent all of her time studying her mothers book. Reading her note nightly, in particular. The doctors and nurses saw no harm in granting requests for other books about magic and similar disciplines; she exhibited no particularly obsessive tendencies, just a particular interest, which they thought of as healthy given her predisposition to apathy about most other things. Besides, if they sold it in Waterstones, what harm could it possibly pose otherwise?
But Katy did itch for more. No, it wasn't obsession. It was enlightenment. It hadn't taken long with her mother's tome for Katy to discover she had her same gifts, perhaps even more. It was as though she simply suddenly knew, had pierced the veil, and this was life now. A whole new version of the world was open to her, and she needed to know it.
Katy was 18 when she first escaped the institute. And no one ever knew, because she was back before rounds the next morning. She'd discovered things in the commercial books that on their own, to someone who couldn't 'see' more, would have meant nothing. She knew where to look for true magics, where the real books could be found, squirreled away and brought out from the back only for those the proprietors could see something in. It was during one of her first journeys out, after she'd been practicing witchcraft in secret for some time, that a small black cat decided to follow her back to the institute. She knew he was a familiar almost as soon as she realised it wasn't going to stop following her. Their connection only grew, and she kept him secreted away in her room. His name was Sam.
She remained in the institute for some years, though often leaving whenever the whim took her and opportunity allowed, it being as much a home for her now as... well... nowhere else had really been. But her connection to this new world did begin to appear as though she was losing connection to what her doctors and nurses would call the 'real world'. Eventually, they did begin to see her interest as an obsession, and a dangerous level of escape from reality. It was when they removed her gathered belongings, all her notes and even her mother's tome, from her room that that place too stopped being a home, and once again her opinion of people suffered another devastating blow.
Katy fought back, but not with magic. She'd not yet learned to use it so offensively. She screamed, kicked and clawed against the doctors and nurses, until she had to be isolated and confined. It was only because Sam had hid, and found his way into her room through the loose hatch used for sliding in a tray of food at meal times, that Katy was able to escape again. He helped her focus her mind, and execute a short range portal spell she'd been struggling with that allowed her to leave the isolation cell, retrieve her belongings, and leave the institute once and for all.
That was 2 years ago. Technically, she is wanted for re-sectioning, as her internment was court-appointed, but as she is not a criminal she is not on any prominent wanted lists, as such. She has been honing her craft, exploring this new world that is now open to her.