Athena Diane Diorio

NICKNAME Athy, Addie, Athens
BIRTHDAY October/23
AGE 23
GENDER female
SEXUALITY straight
GIFT Athena was always one to fly off the handle at the drop of a hat, but her father never knew that her body was gifted with extraordinary strength when she was angered. Her wings, even though the delicate feathers look harmless, are lethal weapons. When her feathers are plucked by any other person but Athena, they are normal enough. But when Athena lays her hand on them, they become as sharp and as strong as diamonds. The strength of her wings, even when she wasn't angry, is something supernatural. She could knock an angry lion twenty feet across a room, smashing him into a wall.

LOOKSher eyes resembling those as bright as an owl's. The deep yellow is haunting, especially at night.
her hair has now lightened into a dirty blonde, no sort of deep brown from her childhood can be found anywhere on her head.
her body is still in exquisite shape due to her constant running or flying. Her skin is a beautiful ivory, and her hands as delicate as an artist's.
her wings brush the ground with every step she takes, each wing the length of five feet and eight inches, making the full wingspan a massive eleven feet and four inches. her feathers shimmer a soft gold when they have hardened over into dagger like objects.

PLAYBY play by here

likes: Athena has always loved any sort of art, and running has become one of her things. She loves sunsets, and swimming in the ocean. Gymnastics still have a special place in her heart.dislikes: Closets, grasshoppers and crickets absolutely terrify this girl. She hates the color blue, and fish.
personality:
At least Athena loved her sister, Apollo, to death. When she left, it almost killed her.
Athena has become a shell of the girl she used to be. She used to always want to be in the center of attention, she was one of those girls, although she was only 13 at the time, that the party didn't start until she was there.
Now, Athena is a harsh woman, not wanting to deal with anyone or anyting anymore. She may be running for her life, but it truly challenged with a fight, she won't say no.
But just know this, behind all of her walls and under security blankets, she is still the loyal, kind, and fun loving girl she used to be.
history:
Before the Plague.
Athena lived with her father and sister in a large apartment in New York, New York. Her father, Latimer Diorio, a man of science who worked with his own brother, Magnus Diorio, in top secret government assignments. Athena never thought suspiciously of her fathers job, neither did Apollo.
Athena was so excited about becoming a Freshman in High School, her sister, a sophomore, said it was so much more fun than silly old Junior High. Apollo was a star student, all A's in every one of her classes, and a girl aspiring to be head cheerleader her senior year. Apollo, a girl loved by everyone, even by the people she didn't know, wanted to be a mechanic. She always loved pulling things apart and putting them back together.
Athena on the other hand was quite the rambunctious 13 year old, always sneaking out and going to gatherings with High Schoolers. Art and gymnastics were her passion. She hoped to one day become as famous as Leonardo Davinci. She definitely had the potential to accomplish her dreams, but it could never happen because of the Plague.
The Plague.
The doorbell rang and Athena looked up from her painting of an angel, her gaze landing on her sister who sat on the floor, doing her homework for Chemistry.
"You going to go get that Appy?" Athena asked, going back to her painting, delicately using her brush to bring the feathers to life.
"Maybe if I don't get up, dad will get it." Apollo muttered, writing down the names of the elements that were asked on question sheet.
The doorbell began to chime again, but a bit faster now, as though the person on the outside truly needed to get inside. Athena growled, the dinging grinding her nerves.
"Athena! Get the door!" her father called from his study, annoyance in his voice also.
"Why must I always be the one who gets the door? I'm pretty sure both Dad's and your legs work!" Athena carefully threw down her paintbrush, not wanting the gray paint on the brush to get all over her wooden flooring.
She stomped down the hallway, her bare feet making loud thumping noises. Again, the doorbell rang, but now it wasn't even a ding, it was being pressed so fast that it gave Athena a headache.
"Oh my goodness! Would you calm the-" she pulled the door open to find her uncle stand, more like shivvering, on her doorstep. Magnus looked horrible, his lips a pale blue, and his eyes a deep red.
"Uncle Magnum? Are you okay?" Athena asked, stepping aside so her beloved uncle could come inside.
"Where is your father Athena? I need to speak to your father, where is he? Where is your father?" the man repeated himself as though he were out of his mind, but on urgent business. He scratched at his arms, which were raw and red.
"Uhm, Dad!" Athena shouted, closing the large wooden door, and locking it behind her.
"What is it Athena? I'm trying to cook dinner!" her father shouted back as he pushed a fish around in the seasonings in the pan, a slight sizzling could be heard.
"It's your brother!" Athena replied, but her uncle was already darting towards the kitchen.
"Latimer! Latimer! I've done something aweful. I'm going to lose my job, my house, my family! Everyone is going to hate me! I can't believe I was so stupid!" Magnus yelled at his brother, true terror in his eyes.
"Wait, calm down Magnus. What is it that you did?" Latimer put down the wooden spoon he was using to push the fish around.
"I-I-I..." he trailed off, scratching at his head, then his arms, and his neck.
Athena was intrigued by their 'arguement', and so she carefully walked towards the kitchen, stopping right by the door frame, not wanting to be seen.
"Apollo!" she loudly whispered down the hallway, hoping her sister would join her.
"What?" Apollo peered her head around the corner of Athena's door frame.
Athena's finger shot up to her lips, then motioned for her sister to come over, in which she did.
"I-I-I forgot to change my shoes... I-I... I went fishing with Jason and Margret last week... I fell in the ocean..." Magnus explained warrily as his brother took a step closer.
"What do you mean? Your shoes? You-" Latimer's eyes widened, suddenly realizing what his brother was talking about.
His gaze turned to the fish he was cooking, knowing that early that morning he had gone by the fish market, and picked it up fresh. Latimer's hand shot up to his nose, checking for blood it seemed, but nothing was on his face.
He picked up the skillet, and rushed over to the trashcan, dumping it in quickly.
Athena frowned, she had been looking forward to having fish all week. Looking back to her sister, a look of question crossed her face, and Apollo shrugged in response.
"Athena! Apollo! Have you girls had any water?" their father called out, thinking the girls were back in Athena's room.
"No!" the two replied in unison as they both shot back to Athena's room.
"Stay here Magnus." Latimer demanded, quickly walking down the hallway. He glanced outside,"Please don't be-".
The soft patter of rain hitting the window shattered his hope, his mouth dropping. He felt something cold on his lip, and tried to brush it away, but all that was found was a deep, moist, red streak that was now on his hand.
"Oh no."
"Athena, my head hurts, do you have any medicine in here?"

After.
After the Blue Plague took over all of New York, Athena lost her father.
Her sister dissapeared one night while Athena was asleep. Athena tried finding Apollo, going to all her favorite places in hopes of encountering her older sister, but it never happened.
Two years later, at the break of dawn, Athena awoke screaming, tremendous pain in between her shoulderblades. Two white wings ripped through her skin, Athena passing out on the sidewalk from the pain.
She had left her home due to all the pain and memories that now haunted it, not wanting to be reminded every day that her uncle, Magnus Diorio, was the one man who kick started this horrible nightmare.

She tried grouping up with other monsterous people, but once she told them her name, they would run her off in not wanting to be attacked by the Berserkers.
Occasionally, over the next eight years of wandering and searching for Apollo, she would find fellow gifteds who would be nice and welcome her into their small societies. But she wouldn't stay too long, knowning that humans that were outlasting this Plague were searching for her, wanting someone to blame for all of their pain.

Alias Here

I've been roleplaying since I think I was 9, and I am 17 now. I used to be a fantastic writer, but my skills have become slightly rusty.
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