Les nœuds d'Athena étaient blancs pâles alors qu'elle regardait les déménageurs porter une grande table dans l'escalier de son appartement. C'était le seul gros objet qu'elle avait apporté d'Indiana. Elle ne savait même pas pourquoi. Il y avait des sculptures si belles et si complexes qu'il était tout simplement trop difficile de les laisser derrière. "S'il vous plaît, soyez prudent. C'est vieux", a-t-elle dit aussi bien qu'elle le pouvait.
"Madame, elle doit peser 300 lbs. Tu veux qu'il soit prudent ou tu veux qu'il soit à l'étage?" Athena a toujours été dit que les gens de la côte ouest étaient gentils. Elle n'en avait pas vu grand-chose jusqu'à présent, mais ça ne faisait que quelques jours. Elle s'éloigna tranquillement du chemin, s'asseyant sur une chaise anxieusement. Un coup fort l'a ramenée à ses pieds, et a couru jusqu'à l'escalier. Un trou de la taille d'un baseball avait été frappé dans le mur.
"Sérieusement! Je n'ai pas l'argent pour réparer ça! Allez les gars." Elle était passée de la frustration à la colère. Les deux gars maudissent sous la
respirer comme ils ont continué leur port. Finalement, ils sont arrivés au sommet, et dans son appartement. Elle a couru ses doigts à travers les dessins sur le dessus de la table. Ils étaient si étranges. La table était en tact, donc elle a ouvert les gars par la porte. "Tu mets un trou dans mon mur, ne t'attends pas à un pourboire." Avec ça, ils ont fait leur sortie.
Frustré, et maintenant affamé, Athena a décidé qu'il serait préférable de quitter l'appartement un peu. Elle a rassemblé un cahier et un stylo, et est descendue à la boucherie juste à côté. Elle a été surprise à quel point c'était occupé, mais cela lui a donné le temps de disséquer le menu et de trouver ce qu'elle voulait. Finalement, elle a pris son sandwich et un verre, et a trouvé une petite table dans le coin avant de la pièce. Assis, ses yeux ont commencé à rebondir autour de la pièce en prenant tous ses compagnons de repas. Les gens qui regardaient étaient une de leurs activités préférées. Elle ouvrit son cahier, écrivant quelques mots ici et là pour éviter les soupçons, et regarda.
Name: Maria Morrio
Sex/Gender: Female, identifies as so.
Age: 19
Appearance: Maria stands at around 5'3 with sun brushed skin and black hair that is kept short to her earlobes at the back, with bangs in the front. Her fave is round and her hazel shaped/colored eyes rather large looking. She has long lashes and well kept brow. She has been told her forehead is quite large seeming which is why she never has it showing from behind her bangs. She has her ears pierced and usually one simple black ring in her right one. She has a toned build, not large though one could call it "dense". She is modest in the chest and she doesn't care to be reminded of that. A large scar splashes across her left shoulder and down to the small of her back. Her descent gives her fringes of hair on her arms and stomach (again don't tell her that). Se often wears sun dresses and boots or flats, striving to always find something with pockets instead of carrying a bag. She accessorizes with hair bands and bracelets/anklets. She is the type to wear more simple looking, presentable clothing, and it would be hard to tell if she was heading to a wine tasting or stopping in at a coffee shop. She is always ready for both.
Personality: Maria has a "strong" personality and would rather do something for herself then have it done. In a slightly reverse manner she will only let those she has grown close to do such things for her. She is a slightly cold person, who tends to do her laughing "on the inside". More business then pleasure she likes to do what wants to get done as fast as possible so it's not a bother later. While she may come of as uncaring or heartless she is the typical "ice queen" where she has a great deal of love and care to go around, she just doesn't know how to properly let it out.
Skills: Maria has been learning violin since a very young age and after many screeching strings has gotten quite good at the craft. She is a listener and will often try to see more then one side of a situation (though her side is usually right). Being the prodigal daughter she is she has also taken part in a few martial arts classes in her youth, though they lacked grace and she eventually settled for fencing (though with little passion). She is an avid reader and aspiring writer, though her lack of willingness to let others see it has stunted her growth somewhat.
Biography: Maria comes from a mother and father who both work very very hard. During her youth they were often in and out of the house quite a bit, though she knew they loved her, and of course they did. A close relationship considering how much time the three spent together, Maria tries her hardest to make them proud, and always has them in the back of her mind. Eventually the wedge of time came between her parents and they parted. Young Maria went with her father, and began her classes as a distraction from her growing loneliness. For a week Maria had gone missing at age 12. In this time she had received her large scar she still bares and changed. Once a very open and earnest girl she became the colder person she is now. While she can't recall what happened in this time, she doesn't seem to bother to try and find out. She began writing her mother after this and they have become closer in recent years. While she has become independent from her father, she still keeps constant contact with him as well. She has worked various positions in a retail makeup store for the last few years, and has been a manager for the last one.