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【 FROSTBITE 】— athena
« on: September 30, 2019, 06:52:09 PM »
・゚✧ MY POOR MOTHER BEGGED FOR A SHEEP
BUT RAISED A WOLF
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Re: 【 FROSTBITE 】— athena
« Reply #1 on: September 30, 2019, 07:57:39 PM »
[ last updated 10/13/19 ]
BASICS — WOKEN UP LIKE AN ANIMAL
athena 'annie' conrad / the greek goddess of wisdom, warfare, and the patron goddess of athens / german in origin, derived from the words "kuoni (brave)" and "rad (counsel)"
cis female [ she/her ]
sixteen years old / born january 12, 2021 [ capricorn ] / created september 29, 2019 / made her first ic appearance on october 7, 2019
residing in bluestem prairie / regular member / no titles
APPEARANCE — TEETH READY FOR SINKING IN
light blonde hair and light blue eyes / pale complexion / average build; somewhat on the lithe side / is a lot stronger than she looks
wears mostly casual clothing; nothing too tight but not too loose / expression is mostly apathetic
PERSONALITY — MY MIND'S LOST IN BLANK VISIONS
istj & slytherin & true neutral or chaotic neutral & dauntless
her blunt way of speaking can turn others off, as well as her cold demeanor / is generally a lone-wolf type; she doesn't pursue relationships with others / doesn't trust others unless they prove themselves to be trustworthy / admires others that are strong and capable
only thinks about her own survival / isn't opposed to betraying others for certain reasons / actions usually aren't influenced by her emotions / is loyal to those she trusts and cares for / good at acknowledging her strengths and weaknesses
RELATIONS — I'VE TRIED TO ESCAPE BUT KEEP SINKING
born to nate conrad x laura conrad [ npc x npc ] / no siblings
undiscovered sexuality / single and not interested / no former partners / no crushes or potential crushes / no crushes on her
INTERACTION — LIMBS LOST TO A DEAD WEIGHT STAKE
is proficient in hand-to-hand combat and with small weapons; lacking in any other types / has fast reflexes and a keen eye / hard physically ; hard mentally
may start fights and will always finish them / may rarely show mercy / doesn't want to kill others but will if she feels she needs to
peaceful actions can be powerplayed but reactions will vary
inventory;; n/a
ask to capture or torture / attacks in bold black
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Re: 【 FROSTBITE 】— athena
« Reply #2 on: October 02, 2019, 05:30:32 PM »
HISTORY — AND DESPITE EVERYTHING I'M STILL HUMAN
(tw for death, murder, and violence)
on january 12 of year 2022, laura conrad gave birth to her daughter, athena conrad. laura had met annie's father, nate conrad, a few years after the blackout. with the panic swallowing the public, her and her family moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere, far away from the cities that had grown dangerous. this is where she would meet her husband, a very intelligent and kind man.

he, too, had fled to the small community, though he had come alone. his family lived on the other side of the country and he had no way of contacting them as the power gradually went out all over america. feeling sympathetic for the situation he found himself in, laura began to bond with nate, spending most of her afternoons with him. it wasn't hard for them to fall in love. after a year of being together, they got married, or at least the equivalent of it after society's collapse.

athena was a blessing after the couple had so many doubts prior. they wanted children more than anything, but they feared for their future in a ruined world, one that wasn't so kind anymore. still, they would do everything in their power to keep their daughter safe. but destiny had other plans.

she was like any other child: hyperactive and curious, but also sweet as honey to all those around her, at least when she wanted to be. she also had a tendency to be a troublemaker, with a mean streak to boot. maybe her parents were too soft on her, but either way, she came to adore her father. he was hard-working, understanding, and always had time for her; he was everything she ever aspired to be.

living a sheltered life, she never knew much about the world outside their small town community. she didn't know about the violence, or the death just outside, and her parents planned on never allowing her to find out. but, if they weren't going to come to death themselves, it would go to their doorstep instead.



she was eight when it all happened. that winter was exceptionally harsh on them all. snow came down in blankets, and it was difficult to get anything done. annie's father and a few of the other able-bodied men were in charge of gathering wood for the town's fireplaces, but, considering that she was getting older and would one day need to do these things herself, she was allowed to come along every now and then. she would sit on a stump and watch them take swings at the trees, usually ones that were thinner and easier to cut through. they didn't yield much wood but it was better than taking the risk of downing a big tree that might cause more damage than it was worth.

there weren't many other children in the town, but there was kenny, a boy older than her by six years at least. the fact that he's not nearly as impressive in size or experience as the other men doesn't deter her curiosity—anyone older than her is reason for some intrigue.

they talk some, but kenny obviously isn't too interested in talking with someone so much younger than himself, and he proves countless times that he's something of an agitator, never doing as he's told when the others tell him to do it. he even managed to make her father angry at one point, though nate was never one to verbalize it. but annie could tell by the way his nostrils flared and eyebrows furrowed together, a sight she had only seen a few times before. for a patient man, he looked very unpleasant when mad.

she didn't have much time to be around the boy, though, with illness running through the town. it wasn't long before her father became sick, too, their trips out into the woods coming to a halt as her mother insisted he stay in bed. it was disappointing, but it wasn't long before she found other ways to occupy herself. the rest of the cold season was spent receiving cooking lessons from her mother and grandmother—until her father began to get worse.

while some others began to recover and get strong again, his condition continued to spiral, growing too weak to even feed himself. they all hoped against the odds that he would get better, and for a moment, it seemed he would.

one day, he was suddenly awake and alert, unlike the past few days which he spent in a deep sleep, only waking up for food and drink. it was a big relief to the family, especially annie. she hardly understood what was going on, and to see her father finally awake and talking was an end to her frustration and confusion. she was overjoyed to be able to talk with her father again, and he promised to get better so they could go out and enjoy the snow together, before it all melted away with the coming spring. she believed him, of course. why would she not?

the next day, in the early morning, he passed away. she couldn't understand why her mother was crying, or why they were carrying him outside. she tried to stop them from burying him, insisting he had a promise to keep, but her grandfather just shook his head sadly.



she would experience multiple losses over the course of her life, including that of her grandfather and grandmother, but none of them would impact her as deeply as her father's death did.

her parents had never explained death to her, that people didn't last forever. so she grew angry with her mother, demanded that she explain it all to her, but she would always find ways to brush her questions off. "i'll tell you when you're older," was her favorite. she couldn't count all the times she was told that he had just, 'gone to a better place,' even though she knew that wasn't true.

she was angry, confused, but most of all, she was sad. she knew that, whatever had happened to her father, he wasn't going to be coming back. her grandfather, the hardest of the family, was blunt enough to tell her that much: that he wasn't going to be returning. it wasn't fair to her. she wanted to see him again, have one last moment with him. but that was impossible.

annie was fed up with her mother and all the lies she fed to her. all she wanted was the truth. she may have been selfish, knowing how much her mother was hurting from the loss, but it didn't mean her daughter wasn't grieving any less.

she didn't want to hang around the house and listen to her cry, or listen to her excuses, so she went out looking for things to do. as time passed, more people began to flood into the town, seeking a get-away from all the chaos elsewhere. this meant there were more people near her age around. and then there were the older kids, like kenny.

really, athena was happy to play with the younger kids—but the ones that were older than herself were interesting, especially the ones that hung around kenny, the resident trouble-maker. they all seemed to know more than they let on, more than what laid within their small town. it intrigued her, but whenever she tried to butt herself into their small group, they would shoo her off, saying that she 'wasn't old enough' to hang out with them. she was so tired of hearing that. she was nine years old! to a child, that was pretty old.

but they were persistent, so she resigned herself to watching them, keeping track of whatever they did. she realized that they never really did anything interesting, only went out into the woods to do god knew what. they would be gone for hours, until the sun began to descend in the sky, then would return to town and go to their respective homes.

of course, she didn't think anything of it. though the temptation to follow them was strong, she never did, afraid she might get lost and never find her way back. her interest in them lessened over time, though, and she stopped watching them so closely.



the years passed and people continued to trickle in. new buildings were made, whether they be housing or to store supplies, and some residents even took up farming, planting whatever crops they could find. it was hard to come by things like that nowadays, but they had manged it. it made them a target for any unpleasant figures. still, they had the advantage of being quite isolated from other communities. no one outside of the town knew they existed.

annie was getting older as it all happened, still bitter and eager to go against whatever her mother told her. she was only thirteen, her birthday steadily approaching, when she met alfred. he was sixteen, a good three years older than her. but, unlike most of the other older kids, he was kind to her. she found herself looking up to him, mostly for the resemblance her had to her father. he was patient, smart, but, unlike her father, he had a cruelness to him.

she wouldn't see it, though, until she was fourteen. one day he came to her, early in the afternoon, and told her to come with him. she didn't question him or his intentions, only followed him, until they came upon kenny and his group of misfits. he was much older, an adult by now, but he never lost his spirit for mischief. that's all it was, at least at first.

the small group stares her down like a hawk, mostly boys with one or two girls, all of them older than her to some degree. kenny, the obvious ringleader, steps forward with a toothy grin on his face.

"so, you think she'll fit?" he asks alfred. she still isn't sure what her friend has to do with his group of misfits.

"yeah. she's got potential." he replies, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it an encouraging squeeze, but still giving her no explanation as to what was going on.

kenny looks back at her then, looks her up and down, then nods. "so, you willing to join us?"

him and alfred explain to her, and just like that, she's a part of the town's gang.

it's nothing serious at first. they start off small, with kenny leading them and alfred being one of his most trusted members. all they did was hang around and sometimes pull harmless pranks on the residents of the town. they continued to recruit others, most of them pretty young at around fifteen or sixteen, with some eighteen and older. she remains the youngest for a good while, and she isn't completely sure why she had been chosen.

but she feels like she belongs somewhere and she isn't about to jinx it all by asking questions.



their group grows more unruly as time passes, and it's obvious their leader has greater plans for them. she watches other members beat up a kid for simply making bad-mouthed comments about them, a boy that looks like he's only fourteen. he scampers away with a black eye and a slight limp in his leg.

she's surprised by the violence—was it really necessary?—but she doesn't outwardly question it then, only until when she and alfred are on their own.

when she brings it up to him, he raises a brow, then smiles in a way that makes her feel foolish for asking. he takes the cigarette from his lips, exhaling the smoke and dropping it onto the ground to crush it under the toe of his boot.

"it's not about the violence, it's about putting other people in their place. everyone in this world has one. the strong rise above, while others aren't even worth spitting on. they'll let anyone walk all over them." he looks away from staring off into the woods and focuses on her. "so, which will you be? the one life chews up and spits out, or are you gonna fight for yourself?"

after that, he offers to teach her how to fight, then maybe she would feel better about it if she knew how to defend herself—and most of all, her status. she was horrible at it at first. she was unsteady on her feet and could never anticipate his movements. with time, though, she improved, to the point her and alfred were about equal in skill. it felt nice, to be good at something.

he had long since become like a brother to her, someone strong that she could depend on. she cared about him and she liked to think he felt the same. but death would be cruel to her once again.



as much as their little community liked to think they were out of sight, out of mind, it was inevitable that someone, or some group, would find them. when they did, they stood no chance.

it was midnight when it happened, the smell of smoke and the heat of the flames greeting the town's people as they awoke, screams filling the dead air as panic engulfed them. they scrambled to put out the fire that was devouring their storage buildings and threatening to spread to their homes. that's when the gunshots started, bullets flying from unknown figures in the woods.

in the midst of the chaos, annie spotted her gang fleeing the scene, rushing off in the one direction where there were no gunshots. she was about to follow, not thinking, when someone grabbed her wrist.

"annie!" her mother cried, holding on tight. "we have to get out of here, come on!"

the girl looks back, watching their figures steadily disappear, then wiggles her wrist out of her mother's grasp when she tries to drag her away. she ignores the ache in her chest when she gives her a look of confusion and, most of all, desperation. somehow she must have known she had lost her child.

"i'm sorry, mama." those are the last words she'll ever say to her. she turns and hurries to follow her group, ignoring her mother calling out to her.

her decision that night would be one she would regret ever since.



alfred was injured, having taken a bullet to the side, and kenny was nowhere to be seen. they could only assume the worst for their leader, and his co-command wasn't proving any better, either. but she hoped against hope that he would somehow pull through. he had to.

it took what felt like hours of walking before they came up on an abandoned shack, small and falling apart from years of neglect, but it would work as a temporary sort of shelter. they would stay there for the next few days, struggling to scrape by with whatever supplies they had left from the fire. they didn't elect a new leader, either, waiting to see if alfred would manage to pull through. with the way he fell in and out of consciousness, though, hope was running thin.

she could feel her heart drop into her stomach when she woke up early one morning, before the others, and found that he was cold to the touch.

she volunteered to help bury him, as a way to say goodbye. it was difficult to hold back the tears stinging her eyes. why bother when they wouldn't bring him back? he was gone and nothing would bring him up out of that hole in the ground.

ryder, a boisterous boy who was known to be a sucker for fights, took the place of leadership. she had never thought twice about him before, but now she had her doubts about him being in a position of importance.

but it wasn't bad, not at first. they ended up abandoning their shack and headed out in the hopes of finding a better place to call home. they would be wandering for a lot longer than they would have liked, however, and would meet plenty of unfriendly faces.

it was as if ryder was looking for trouble at times. he had no problem with provoking thugs, or raiding groups they happened across. she wasn't a fan of his lack of tactics, but usually his antics had some sort of pay-out, granting them clothes or food, or even medicine if they got lucky. until he made a mistake that cost them big.

they held up a group of about seven or eight people that they had come across camping out in the middle of the night, their fire like a beacon in the darkness. ryder held one of their woman hostage, a knife to her throat, while the rest of them rummaged through their things or made sure none of them made any moves.

what none of them accounted for, though, was one of them having a pistol.

when one of their members were abruptly shot in the back of the head, they all panicked. ryder sliced the woman's neck before making a break for it. some of the others weren't so lucky, however. by the time they regrouped, a little more than half their group remained, the others either confirmed dead or missing. that wasn't even accounting for the ones who were injured and ended up dying later on.

annie was angry, understandably so. the group felt like a family, so having them nearly be wiped out because of some stupid mistake made her blood boil. while the others just saw it as bad luck, she saw it as something that could be repeated, a sloppily made decision that would happen again, and again, and again.

there was no room for those kind of 'mistakes,' so she did the only thing she could think of. she lured him away from the group, telling him that she wanted to speak with him, and once they were far enough away, she killed him.

he wasn't expecting the dagger to his neck, a hand held over his mouth as he gurgled and sputtered, until falling to the ground in a limp heap. she, on the other hand, was expecting the blood and the noise, but not someone calling out in surprise moments after, or the sudden weight at her back as she was tackled.

she tried to explain, insisting she was doing it for the good of the group, but the person wouldn't listen. she had no choice but to retaliate, twisting around in their grasp to stab her dagger into their—her, she realized—leg. she rolled off with a yowl of pain, grabbing her wounded thigh while annie made a run for it, thankful for the satchel of clothes and supplies she had at her side.

she knew there was no going back.
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Re: 【 FROSTBITE 】— athena
« Reply #3 on: October 02, 2019, 05:33:21 PM »
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Re: 【 FROSTBITE 】— athena
« Reply #4 on: October 09, 2019, 11:50:02 AM »
OUTLOOK ON...

SELF — she doesn't think much about herself, but if she were to truly sit down and think about who she is, she probably wouldn't be too pleased. she believes she is selfish and a disappointment to her family, most of all her father. she mentally berates herself for leaving her mother, but shows no remorse in anything else she's done. she doesn't regret being violent, or killing someone, because she believed she had good reason to do so.

DEATH — to her, death is just another part of life. she has had multiple people she held dear die, and even though she recognizes it as something that happens to everyone, she still fears it. she doesn't want to die, whether it be while she's young or old. she doesn't know what comes after, and thinking about it makes her afraid.

FIGHTING/VIOLENCE — with the environment she grew up in, she believes it's also just a part of life, necessary to survive. she looks down on those who are averse to it, thinking them spineless. but, deep inside, she has her doubts. her parents always told her to be kind and to look after those around her, which has left her confused. she knows that cruelty is what took some of the people she loved away from her, and while it strengthened her resolve in believing she needed to be tough to make it by, it also made her second guess the way she looked at things. what if she became the person on the other side, taking away people from those that loved them?

HATE AND LOVE —

FAMILY —

LYING —

LOSING/LOSS —

BEHAVIOR WHEN...

WITH FRIENDS —

WITH ENEMIES —

WITH FAMILY —

GRIEVING —

HURT —

SICK —

TOUCHED —

IN A BAD MOOD —
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Re: 【 FROSTBITE 】— athena
« Reply #5 on: October 09, 2019, 11:50:55 AM »
relationships here
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