This is Kate, whose name is most certainly not Katie. This is because Kate is not descended from hardy Norweigan stock, and didn't spend her tender years on a Minnesotan farm, watching her gilden locks further bleach in the summer sun. On the contrary, Kate hails from the unforgiving Hell's Kitchen (now euphemistically called New Midtown), where she eked out an existence for herself by yelling "eek," and picking up any change dropped by the people she startled. Even for a street-savvy gal like Kate, Hell's Kitchen was no picnic. Technically speaking, picnic lunches are prepared in Hell's Kitchen, but are enjoyed on Hell's Grassy Knoll. Fortunately, Kate was eventually thrust into local prominence, when it was discovered that her unique Jewish and Irish parentage made her the ideal diplomat to manage relations between notorious gang leaders Moishe Pupik and Bossan Fineagh. A master of ethnic tongues, Kate was able to "persuade" the Gaelic Gunmen and the Yiddish Yahoos to put away their differences, and celebrate their communal attraction to Kate.
Managing so many boyfriends (seventy-four!) would have been tough enough, but Kate was also forced to contend with one Runaround Sue, who made it known that she didn't like all the attention Kate was getting. Despite Kate's best efforts, Runaround Sue eventually drove her rival out of town...in a Chevy Impala with bucket seats.
I'm happy to report, however, that Kate has since aligned herself with the Wind, with whom she constantly works to tousle the world's hair. In recognition of her contributions as a connoisseur de coiffure, Kate was awarded three Oscars and eleven Nobel Peace Prizes. This photograph was taken just as Kate was rising to give her acceptance speech, the handwritten rough draft of which is now valued at fifteen billion dollars. 
Some of the more perceptive amongst you may have already guessed that yes, I was a member of the Yiddish Yahoos, who have since been renamed the Motion Picture Association of America, or MPAA. I'm not proud of my past, but I am proud of my future--or, rather, our future. Kate and I have agreed to use our combined celebrity to start the Rock Star Academy, right here in San Francisco. Professors Iggy Pop, David Bowie, and Marc Bolan know just how awkward pubescence can be, and will be well-equipped to usher our young boys and girls into adulthoods rife with gender-identity issues and dubious fashion choices.
What does this have to do with videogames, you ask? Um, well, I got my mount in World of Warcraft! Blizzard knows that high-contrast equals beauty! 