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status: closed starter for @loising location: a bowling alley after 8 pm

Diana had procured their drinks and was headed back to their table when a small child whizzed past her, almost causing her to spill everything. She hadn’t expected to be met with such a large crowd when she’d agreed to Lois’ proposal, making the scene in front of her all the more baffling . . . and frightening. "You didn’t tell me this place was so popular.” She had to speak louder than she would’ve liked to be heard over the music and children hollering in the lane next to theirs. It didn’t irk her per se; Diana was just accustomed to quieter settings. Following her time in the war, she cherished the rare moments of peace she’d find when her heart was still and her mind could momentarily forget about all of the hurt this world had caused her in such a brief span.

She was glad to have found Lois when she did. The woman had become a good friend and support system to her at a time when her real home was out of reach. It could explain why she’d decided to come--against her better judgment--or why she currently found herself dodging eight-year-olds for a bowling ball most of them probably couldn’t even lift. “If I’d known it was this hectic, I would’ve suggested we go wine-tasting instead. Not even Artemis could endure the wrath of these children.” Upon securing her ball, Diana collapsed into her seat in a huff, recalling her untouched drink on the table before consuming it almost all in one go. The instant effect it had elicited a delighted sigh of relief, her hand reaching over to touch the “start” button on the monitor. “Well then, Ms. Lane, shall we bowl?”

#❛ i n t e r a c t i o n : ( lois lane ) .#bowling 001 .

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❝ i’m willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. ❞

« adria arjona, 5,000 (immortal), she/her, dc comics » ∙∙ loading case file for diana prince. known aliases, if any: wonder woman. current location: new york, new york. current occupation: museum curator. she is known to be compassionate and unyielding, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: civilian. penned by ree. ©

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: diana of themyscira (birth), diana prince (civilian). nickname(s): di, princess diana. name meaning: "divine." age: 5,000 years old. date of birth: march 22nd. place of birth: island of themyscira. race: amazonian. gender and species: cis woman, demigoddess. pronouns: she/her/hers. sexual orientation: bisexual, with a preference for women. romantic orientation: biromantic. religion: hellenism. occupation: museum curator, princess of themyscira. education level: masters in art history from columbia. living arrangements: a penthouse apartment in manhattan. speaking voice and accent: very diplomatic and proper. the amazons have their own accent but she’s developed more of an american one from living in the states. spoken languages: she is omnilingual and can speak multiple languages.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

faceclaim: adria arjona. hair color and style: wavy waist-length black hair. eye color: blue. height: 5′10". weight: 132 lbs. body and build: slender and athletic frame with a well-toned yet muscular build. tattoos: none. piercings: both ear lobes. clothing style: classic and elegant looks with a lot of monochrome colors. her taste in jewelry is sophisticated yet chic. distinguishing characteristics: defined cheekbones, freckles under her eyes. signature scent: amouage honour 43 fragrance.

HEALTH.

sleeping habits: tries to go to sleep before 11 pm every night, but will sometimes stay up late watching the cooking network. eating habits: a lot of greens: salads, vegetables, and legumes. she is a vegetarian and rarely eats dairy products. sociability: diana seems to garner attention wherever she goes. rarely does she need to seek out conversations with others as they usually come to her. she is a very sociable and respected woman in many circles. addictions: n/a. drug abuse: n/a. alcohol use: will have a glass of wine every so often but nothing excessive.

PERSONALITY.

label(s): the god killer, the independent woman, the soiled dove, the animal lover, beware the nice one, heart of gold, the amaranth, the heroine. positive traits: compassionate, honest, intelligent, generous, resilient. negative traits: stubborn, opinionated, naïve, unyielding, competitive. astrology: aries. personality type: enfj. moral alignment: neutral good. hogwarts house: gryffindor. element: air. primary vice: pride. primary virtue: kindness. weather: sunny days. color: red. music: marina. movie: roman holiday. book: little women. beverage: pinot noir. food: ice cream. animal: owl. season: spring.

FAMILY.

mother: hippolyta, queen of the amazons. father: zeus, king of the gods of olympus. significant other: n/a. best friend: lois lane, artemis (on themyscira). exes: steve trevor (deceased). sibling(s): jason (twin brother), ares (half-brother), eris (half-sister), hercules (half-brother, deceased). children: n/a. extended family: antiope (aunt, deceased), cassie sandsmark (neice), the gods of olympus. pet(s): n/a.

short bio: as a young girl, diana was told stories of how she was molded from clay and brought to life by the greek gods to be a leader for her people. born on the island of themyscira comprised entirely of female warriors, they looked to her for guidance and strength in times of hardship. several thousand years later, diana was called upon to be their representative to aid men in their war against each other. it was then that the princess learned of the true heritage her mother had kept secret from her for so long. she was in fact the daughter of zeus, hidden for centuries to shield her from the wrath of his wife, hera. though angered at this discovery, she fulfilled her duties in man’s world and fought to end world wars i & ii before going into hiding. diana made a promise to herself that she would no longer interfere in the affairs of men. unless, of course, a time would come when she had no choice.

#❛ pain shapes a woman into a warrior : ( s t u d y ) .#bio .

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natasha romanoff .

who: natasha romanoff + open where: a city street, new year’s day

New York city on New Year’s Day was a strange place: half-alive, half-awake, the moment between exhalation and inhalation. In the buildings overhead, people slept, or they hadn’t yet fallen asleep, and were dreaming of the new year. On the street, stores will still shuttered, their metal grates locked shut against the concrete. It was quiet, for New York, but it was New York, so it was never quiet.

Natasha pulled her jacket closer around her, head down, walking off the sting of a few too many glasses of wine the night before. She noticed her tail immediately, of course. They were a clumsy tail, all heavy footfalls and loud breathing. She gave them the courtesy of a full city block anyway, to let them think they were doing something, before she turned around. “Can I help you?”

For most, the new year symbolized new beginnings. It was a time for resolutions and personal growth, in hopes that the version of you today would not be the same person in another year’s time. For Diana, however, the notion of change seemed impractical. Where did she find the will to start over when for the last thousands of years, she’d spent every waking moment molding herself into the finest and most skilled warrior, only for that part of her life to be over now? It left her with a sense of aimlessness as she filled her days with procuring lost artifacts and adding pieces to her collection that were reminiscent of home.

New York, to her, was not home. Though she’d come to like it well enough, especially on quiet days like this. The streets were restful, most pedestrians cheerful after the holidays as they offered up a light smile as she passed. On the other side of the street, a rather captivating woman had caught her attention, followed by a hooded figure tight on her heels. Diana knew all too well of the feeling, often preyed upon for her beauty instead of her tenacity or intellect. But she was not some doe made of sweet nothings and silk; she was forged steel, unbreakable even to the gods. “I believe that’s the lady’s nice way of telling you to move along,” she interjected, arms crossed tightly as her heels clicked onto the sidewalk. The stranger’s eyes darted between the two of them before he was off, mumbling something under his breath. “Not a friend of yours, I assume?” She asked with arched brows, a faint smile curling on her lips. “I hope I wasn’t too forward. You seemed to have it handled, it’s just... force of habit. I apologize.”

#❛ i n t e r a c t i o n : ( natasha romanoff ) .

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