Tenacious Goddess.
Golden skin, blue-gray eyes and dark - no, pitch black hair that falls around her face in tiny wisps in a tangled mess atop her round face. She stares straight ahead in wide-eyed determination, tenacity they call it. Her lips are pursed tightly as she focuses and aims. THWOP-TCHSHH. A glowing blue ring of swirling light forms below her and she jumps down the shaft towards the portal.
This is all she's ever known. And as the strangely silent woman falls through the opening she has created with the streamlined black and white device she grips tightly in her hands, she doesn't dare blink. She can't miss this. This thrill. This excitement. She feels the wind through her messy hair and the sound of blood rushing past her ears and finally she hits the opening and is flung 500 feet into the air through an orange portal she had created earlier.
The adrenaline pulsing through her almost makes her sick, but she lands on a good, solid surface (or so she hopes). The strange, mechanical devices attached to her knees cushion the impact. She stands up straight, brushes herself off and continues towards the chamber's exit.
This is all she's ever known. She hardly remembers her name. But she knows that if she keeps going, if she doesn't dare give in for one second, she'll never have to do any of this again. Another chamber ahead; this one filled with dangerous turrets and more flinging techniques. She braces herself, takes a deep breath, and jumps, falling through the shaft with the grace only a goddess could have.
Author's Note: I've been reading too much fanfiction. This was a little oneshot that i came up with just a few minutes ago.