( angelina jolie. 1000+. she/her. cis female. ) are you a HERO? something tells me that film colored lenses glazing over, a defined brow arched in interest, a soothing voice able to tame make you who you are, THENA. with the powers of ETERNAL PHYSIOLOGY & COSMIC ENERGY MANIPULATION & COSMIC WEAPON MANIFESTATION, you’re sure to have a fearless, stoic personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to WASTELAND by WOODKID on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!
hi all ! i’m g. my sideblog is @hcneybadger. i use she&her and am 24. ty for the interest in my characters !! ( i got lazy with this graphic srry 4 quality i am shleepy typing this so also srry 4 typos )
noted: height, pale hair, locked jaw often, occasional trembling due to ptsd
sexuality: pansexual
species: eternal
* of marvel cinematic universe, please note thena suffers from severe ptsd/hallucinations. she is basically a hermit by choice when not tracking down other eternals, and lives off accounts gilgamesh set up for them in their time together. ( so she isn’t working lol )
was your character “blipped” out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them? if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what has it felt like after those five years have passed?
she was not due to being an eternal and not interfering with human evolution. luckily gilgamesh in their time together kept her pretty sheltered so she didn’t really have anyone to miss. time passes and progresses and she has the understanding the eternals stay unmoving. time moves very quickly for her. when the avengers finally interfered she was glad because she too, in her time apart from the others came to love the humans.
where are they living? are they living with anyone?
thena lived for some years aboard the eternals ship with makkari and druig. after their mission she now lives alone. she has become very isolated, on her own accord. she doesn’t get out much. thena lives in a apartment phastos basically “thena proofed” with his tech so she couldn’t get out if needed/hurt others.
why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with?
it is her place to stay neutral. she knows there will be plenty more swords and shields as time progresses.
who are their major friends, allies, and foes?
the eternals even if they aren’t united anymore/spread out. thena is very isolated and doesn’t make friends easy. very much lone wolf energy. except this wolf is very tired and thousands of years old. she misses having a companion deep down, but would never burden her friends so heavily so puts on a happy front whenever she finds herself in their company from time to time. ( she is a very strong warrior... but in reality also very fragile )
as for allies, she has now fully put her faith in humans ( often finding them and their quirks amusing ) and finding other eternals to help them on their path, too.
her enemies are deviants and the celestials.
whose hands do they believe the country should be in?
she has no opinion.
what’s their current mental state at? their physical state?
thena is very fragile. she has found a new drive in finding other eternals and sharing with them the celestials intentions as well as her journey on earth so that they may have their own free will, but besides that she is very shaky. she lost gilgamesh who was keeping her broken pieces together and now she’s even further shattered, less whole than before sersi stopped tiamut. she finds joy in the small things, colors shifting in the sky or a animal tending to its young. she is happy life gets to flourish here, but she can’t help but feel empty and alone. thena doesn’t find herself jealous, its not in her nature, its moreso sadness as she comes to terms with her new normal of a lonely existence. physically she is well except when she falls into mahd wy'ry episodes. they often make her physically ill; i.e tremors, self harm, etc. ( its basically severe ptsd. its psychological and only affects eternals. her mind is fractured and she has intense hallucinations that can become violent if you’re there during a episode. )
it wasn’t often that clint was spotted and stopped in the streets, but he couldn’t exactly blame them for wanting an answer about all things avengers—it’s just—clint didn’t have any sort of answer to give them—especially when he felt like he didn’t deserve to even have his place in it. so when a reported approaches him, asking fast paced questions he can’t keep up with them, trying desperately to read their lips before eventually the feeling of being overstimulated gets to them and he starts to back away and then, he feels the weight of someone behind him. he turns around and looks at the other, thinking that they had looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. “sorry,” he says and quickly signs, “my mistake.” new york city was too crowded, too many people all at once for a place that felt so lonely and desolate only a couple of years ago. “are you alright?”
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 moved out of the way, blended back into the crowds of people ( she loathed them ), going unnoticed .... and yet thena yearns to be entirely noticed in this moment. fingers of sympathy find their shoulder curling slowly her touch secure & feather light all at once. eyes follow his hands knowingly before a singular blunt nod is given in answer. eyes slowly lift from their hands to focus on the reporter before him. cornering, pressing, suffocating. moving with the elegance of a dancer she’s moving before him in a calculated movement placing herself between the onslaught of questioning and the person at her backside. “ enough. ” if a word was a weapon, thena’s tone was forged as one. her tone of voice demands authority, respect, and tall frame leans forward slightly towards the other in warning with a clenched jaw. they cower, cussing, but thena doesn’t much care for foul langue. with a small hmph of success vocalized she turns to them, hand falling back to her side.
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 only slightly allowing them breathing room, but the gap isn’t big enough between them for another perpetrator. her hands lift flickering from his gaze to her palms. concern is displayed on usual warton features, eyes swimming with compassion and kindness when frame is rigid and veins tight against the skin of her neck. apparently she wasn’t the only one out of her element. a sense of relief. “ theirs. ” her hands move knowingly. “ i’m sorry about that situation. ” a pause as she gives him a look over. she knew he was, yes, she’d seen him in newspaper articles she’d read on the avengers. it would explain the reporters. thena wouldn’t push his celebrity status. infact she knew the longing of peace quite well. “ you need a better disguise. ” a smirk plays on her lips in tease, lips forming words clearly for them, dictating with educated sharpness to hopefully bring them further ease. “ are you alright? ” emphasis on you; as she echoes the same question he’d asked mere moments ago. hands fall still in a brief pause, swallowing as she glances around cautiously before bringing her gaze back to them. “ maybe its best we get out of traffic, ” finishing with gesturing to herself before speaking with them further. “ friend. ” smirk falls into a small smile, hands coming back to her side, however empathy remains in her gaze. *
she was as beautiful as makkari could remember. it was hard to miss her, standing so tall and with her golden hair. truthfully, there was a small hatred in the fact that athena had always gotten the short end of the stick. she was strong, but she was guarded. she was kind, but she was careful. makkari had always been envious in the fact that she could be so many things at once and do it all so well.
new york wasn’t normalcy for the eternal, but seeing her friend brought that on in no time. she had been waiting by the door of the apartment that the other had been cooped up in, the vibrations of feet causing eyes to look up and meet those of athenas. there was a wave of her hand, a small “hi athena” signed from the fingers on her hands.
𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 opens with her hand curving around cool knob. whatever voice that spoke through her apartment ( artificial intelligence curtsey of phastos ) prompting her whoever stood behind before her was deemed safe. slowly, a smile finds full lips. gaze flickers to moving hands before lifting to her features. “ well hello. ” a knowing tone, a hint of amusement laced within spoken words.
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 the knob to clutch a grip around the door frame pulling it further open. a smile feels unfamiliar, muscles unworked and genuinely unused, but seeing her friend— her family member makes all the difference. their gazes are held and much is unspoken & yet spoken in the hold. neither of their lips move as glimmers of time passed are to be seen in each of their gazes and thena’s head slowly tilts affectionately. “ druig beat your welcome. are you getting slow on us, ” chest vibrates with a warm and inviting hum of “ hm? ” in tease. a gentle chuckle as tall frame gracefully steps aside, dipping her head and nodding for her to enter. “ i’m surprised you two didn’t come as a pair. another lovers quarrel perhaps? ” further amused thena blossoms before makkari, lips pulling as smile lifts into a grin. she’d spent nearly a decade aboard their ship alongside the pair, plenty of time to play third wheel ( not like she minded, they were quite adorable ) unlike their other counterparts. eyes lift to her hands knowingly as she enters gently closing the door behind them. *
“thena wields the power to manifest any handheld weapon she can imagine with pure cosmic energy. this includes, but is not limited to, spears, swords, shields, knives, axes, and staffs. once manifested, thena can also change the form of a weapon, like shifting a shield into a sword instantaneously. these weapons generated by thena with cosmic energy are strong enough to pierce the skin of eternals and deviants, as well as slay kro with ease.”
“ i just realized that i still had this amazing cupid costume from years , like we’re talking so many years , ago in my closet that i brought from my parents’ house to my apartment. i could’ve made so much bank if i offered my services during valentines’ day. “ the man shook his head , chuckling slightly at the memories . “ what about you , pal ? any recent regrets regarding the day of romance ? “ he emphasized the last word , rolling the R’s even though he didn’t really have to . ( @reshieldedstart· )
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 talks very quickly and thena shifts her posture slightly as hands come to rest comfortably on her hips. “ hm. ” she hums in pensive response, a slow nod her head to signal understanding, though she’s partially lost.
𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 falls into her features and she purses her lips to gently blow it back into place. she finds it admirable earth celebrates a day of love. geometric shapes & symbolisms of love, pastel painted candies..... “ regrets begin to collect weight. its best not to hold onto them. ” thena would always be decisive. why not offer him some advice? “ follow your heart. it will lead you further than you know. ” *
“every time i come to this planet, there’s something new to amaze me,” they said. they didn’t love this place, but it was far from the worst place they’d ever been. “i think my favorite thing this time is how everyone thinks this technology is so advanced. but i guess i should be asking what your favorite thing is.” @reshieldedstart·
𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏 look, as if feigning uninterest but she listens keenly to the other. “ have you been to many others? ” she converses. thena’s tone is monotonous & steady. but her question lingers as she shifts folding her arms across her chest.
𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 she looks to them. “ it’s come a long way, take my word for it. ” a small smile, a simple upturn of the corner of her plumped lips. “ the ability to continue onwards. despite all their obstacles, there’s fight here. a will to survive.” *
“ my dear thena. ” drawl extends further this time as druig moves through her apartment. she’s the first eternal he’s seen in a while , exile keeping him locked down in a self - made sanctuary in the middle of the amazon. “ don’t tell me phastos has you locked up like an animal in this place. ” eyes run over the walls , fingertips gliding across tabletops and tracing perfect lines into smooth surfaces. there were few eternals roaming around that druig found himself truly comfortable with. thena’s mental state was rocky , unpredictable , dwindling –– but he didn’t care. she was still their thena. he makes himself at home , takes a seat at the table with one arm resting on the table and the other falling to his lap. “ how are you ? ”
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 him slowly as he takes his seat at the small kitchen table, palms neatly folded in front of her well groomed frame. outwardly she is well kept, articles of clothing neatly pressed and golden hair well placed. a pinnacle of perfection. however her apartment tells another story; coffee cups lipstick stained litter countertops. books open and torn splayed upon surfaces. her mind scatters as composure is kept; holding onto the mended parts of herself to upkeep her role as thena. “ you look older. ” a hint of humor dances in steadied voice, full lips pulling in a half smile at the tease as she takes a stance against the doorframe. her posture softens slowly as if dethawing, shoulders slumping with a comfortability he brought. smile melts into lips pressing into a fine line.
𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 of her mind reflects and she blinks a few times, further proof she isn’t entirely a wax like figure. a part of her composure breaks & she looks wartorn. was druig real, or was she just lonely again? imaging her friends arrivals before they faded into the dust of her dreams. smoothed forehead creases with lines of brief worry but she decides the vision of him is too clear to be imaginings of her mind. “ we agreed its what’s best. ” she confesses as features smooth once more. thena looks far off as eyes catch a raindrop slowly trailing down her window. “ to keep you & the others safe. i shared with him my concerns of sersi bringing us all back together. this was a solution. ” jaw flexes and slowly tall frame unlocks from her stance. she didn’t want him to alarm the others. thena had to continue to work herself into normalcy when she had sheltered herself for nearly a decade now since their time together with makkari and starfox. coming to take her place across from him on weathered wood chair she sits poised, a slow exhale and warm smile offered once more as she dips her head. lifting her head only slightly she raises her eyebrows at him smile warming to a playful smirk. “ i’m okay. ” head nodding to assure him as bright teeth gleam past pale pink lips. she was never one to talk much, much preferring to listen, to examine. “ & you? was your journey here pleasant? ” *
he shakes his head , snorting a soft laugh . “ hah . me ? young . you’d be the only one who thinks that . except maybe s.h.i.e.l.d , because they’re all used to dealing with super soldiers who don’t age quite so severely as the rest of us . ” sure , there are other people his age who are much more fit — but , well . the superhero life takes its toll . “ yeah , okay — knowing isn’t as fun , but unfortunately , when you’ve got limited mobility it kind of trumps fun , ” he says , though he still walks through the door at her gesture . whatever she has planned can’t be as bad as literally anything an avenger has come up with . probably .
𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 in respect but also gratitude at him joining her side. the smallest of smiles on splay as she releases the door and watches it fall closed before gaze falls back to him. she withholds a regalness without being arrogant, a grace as she steps forward gently. “ i hear more of this shield with each passing day, ” she remarks quietly gaze falling to their footfalls. thena moves with softness careful not the overstep within the shared company. “ so you have a past with them then? only answer if you wish. ” she doesn’t push, doesn’t pry, she isn’t a forceful being. well— until it came to battle that is.
𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 gesture in the direction of a car. thena wasn’t the best driver. no, much preferring to travel by horse. but the earth was evolving thanks to phastos and thena had to ‘get with the times’ as her friend kingo had said. “ my car’s just ahead. now here comes the hard part. will you trust me? ” a pause. “ i’ve seen others get around worse. here, ” stepping slightly closer to his side a arm is offered if need be. “ if you need more support i’m here. ”
❛❛ SAY CHEESE . ❜❜ the currently invasive flash of timothy’s 35mm film camera could practically blind his subject . ❛❛ lookin’ good , happy valentine’s day . ❜❜ ( @reshieldedstart· )
𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 fights the itching in her fingertips to lunge at the other. blinking in surprise she winces eerily quiet before finally releasing a breath that had been held.
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 outwardly but eyes might tell another story. she feels brief panic, and stomach twists uneasily. “ please get rid of it. ” voice unwavering. she didn’t like the digital footprint. as it was, there were too many photos of her ( unaged ) out there now. “ i’m sure you mean no harm but please. ”
“ i’m not young enough for this shit anymore , ” rhodey says with a huffing groan , the minute his companion opens their mouth . he doesn’t shut them down , though , instead reaching over to pick up the crutch he uses when balancing on his own is too difficult . “ alright , keep going , i want to know what i’m getting myself into . ”
𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 her lips in humor is offered— the slightest tinge of a smile before lips fall back into usual purse. arms fold across her chest, tall frame still as stone while he finally moves forward. her feminine tone is smooth; knowing. it retains neutrality and an unwavering sense of calm. “ i admire your enthusiasm. ”
𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜 flicker from his features to the door ahead of them. pushing off the ledge she’d propped herself on she lifts slowly uncrossing her arms and coming to flank his side. another lift of her lips more reflective of a smirk now as she moves her gaze back to his features. “ i think you’re plenty young enough. ” though his body was wearing down, fracturing, he was aging, that made him human. lips retain the smile as she begins to walk towards their exit. “ and where’s the fun in that? ” thena holds the door for him then, nodding to the outside. *
