Name: Athena Altara Colt(name she gave herself)

Blood: Kinetic Witch(kinetic energy)/Angel(can turn invisible, understand enochian, irises turn yellow)

Age: 21

Personality: Sweet, kind, bad-girl, tomboy, teaser, sadistic when angry,

Hair colour: Dark brown to her shoulders, hints of black

Eye Colour: Brown with flecks of green

Family Deaths: Athena 'supposedly' killed her parents, even after she had 'accidentally' been killed in a car crash. She had been killed, at twelve, by accident by her 'father'(A guy her mother cheated on) while he had been physically abusing her. She prayed that someone would set her free a few weeks before she died and she was brought back to life by an angel, in a female vessel, named Gabriela. Gabriela soon returned to heaven with a certain dark haired angel, leaving Athena to fend for herself, she began to do research on who her real father was and couldn't not figure out his first name only his last, Colt. She found out her ancestor had created a gun that killed all supernatural creatures. She began studying them and soon found the colt. She travelled back to her home town when she turned thirteen, she waited silently outside her house wondering if her parents had actually gone through with having another child, they hadn't. She heard a gun shot followed by another from her mother's room. She climbed up and saw herself, a shapeshifter. It was about 10 o'clock at night when she walked out of the darkness only a few moments after her mother had been killed, her mother had been kind to her and knew she was abused but could do nothing about it. She put the colt to it's head and pulled the trigger, leaving the creature on the floor before burning down the house and leaving, without a second thought.

History: Athena is the only female descendant of Samuel Colt, and she knows everything there is to know about the supernatural, the colt and everything else you can possibly imagine. She often uses the words 'non timebo mala', I will fear no evil, when she is thought to be afraid or close to death. She hates most girly things even though she is quite pretty. She loves hunting and prefers it over doing anything else, she graduated at sixteen and left for Stanford a month later, she stayed there until she was 18 and had to leave because someone had found the colt in the hidden compartment behind her closet. She ran and a few days later going back to hunting before she was ambushed by an okami demon, she tried to fight it but had really no clue how to kill it. She was on the verge of death when two hunters named Bobby Singer and John Winchester showed up and helped her. She thanked them for their help before they left and she still visits Bobby and looks to him as a fatherly figure. She is quick on her feet and with her mouth, she's half angel from her mother's side. She's a loner by choice and a hunter by blood, she's tried to live her life with no one knowing about her dark past.

Scar/s: Crossed scars on the insides of her forearms, three on her hip, X across right shoulder blade(Has been opened more than twice), a few behind her knees, two on the backs of her hands, three on her ribs,

Portrayed by: Ellen Page

…Something's coming, I can feel it. It's waiting, waiting for me, it knows I'm here and I know it's there. Standing there, a Cheshire cat grin on it's face. It stands and beckons, it beckons for me. It wants me to come to follow, It call to follow. I refused, it's angered, the cleaver in hand I walks towards me, hidden in the dark. I watch, my small sixteen year old figure standing tall. It's eyes, if you can call them that, are not there anymore, only dark bottomless holes in his face. I keeps walking, my heart is pounding louder than the rain, its horrifying to watch, I step back, but keep my head high.

"Non timebo mala…I will fear no evil…" I state clearly through the rain, my dark hair crashes around my face as thunder and lightning crashes around me. It's not afraid of me, it's angered. It steps into the light and I see it's not a grin on it's face, it's a Chelsea smile, still bleeding freshly, it walks towards me, the cleaver raised high, the glasgow grin tearing it's cheeks even more as it smiles down on me, the cleaver was brought down and…

Athena shot up in her bed, she almost smashed the lamp as she fumbled to turn it on. She looked around there was no one there, it was a nightmare and harmless little nightmare…or was it. She looked around, clowns scared the hell out of her, she never saw how people could find them funny, they could easily be murders or paedophiles. She wrapped her hand around the carved bone pentagram charm that hung loosely around her neck. She sighed gently, she obviously wasn't going to sleep for a while, she grabbed her iPod and a book from beside her, she flickered the iPod to shuffled and began reading.

"I've already told you what I saw!" Sam shouted to his brother through the closed door. Dean opened the door, fully dressed.

"Okay! So you saw a blonde girl running through a forest, a night before she tripped and was attacked by…Something." Sam gave him a look, that said 'don't start.'

"Can't we just check it out?"

"Fine…After breakfast." Sam shook his head as his brother walked out the door of the motel. 'He'll never change…' Sam thought, smiling as he picked up his bag.

Athena drove silently on the highway. The wind whipped at her hair while she was deep in thought, a friends of her's named Laurel, a psychic, had told her there was something strange going where she lives. Athena's dark eyes scanned the road before her, it was late at night and she could barely see the road at all, even with her lights on. She groaned in frustration before she saw the motel. She pulled over with a small cry of joy and immediately booked a room. She ran to her room and collapsed on the soft bed barely having time to push her jeans and boots off.

Athena woke up the next morning, and rolled out of bed groaning. She hated going to bed late and waking early. She walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at herself, she had deep brown and green eyes, black and brown hair, flawless olive skin, a gracefully curved body, layers over layers of dark black eyelashes. She pushed her hand through her dark hair before letting it fall back cutely in her face. She smiled and started singing softly 'S&M' as she pulled off her top, bra and boy cut underpants before hopping into the shower.
'Feels so good being bad,
There's no way I'm turning back.
Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure.

Love is great, love is fine,
Out the box, outta line.
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me.'

Sorry if this one is short