Long before there was an Amanda Woodall roaming the streets of Seattle, there was Themis: the Titan goddess of divine law and order. During her time as a Titan Goddess, Themis served a fair amount of roles. Firstly, she enforced the traditional rules of conduct first established by the gods. She also served as Zeus’ first counsellor, and was often found seated beside his throne advising him on the precepts of divine law and the rules of fate (much to the chagrin of his wife and lovers). In addition, Themis possessed the power of prophecy, which allowed her to preside over the most ancient oracles (including Delphi). Thanks to her knowledge of both human nature and the nature of human society (and the prophecy powers previously mentioned), she was able to predict the outcome of any struggle. Finally, she served as the divine voice who first instructed mankind in the primal laws of justice and morality.

As Amanda Isabella Woodall, Themis utilized her prophetic powers and knowledge of the law and her abilities of good counsel to serve mortals as an assistant district attorney wherever she could practice it. Her career was her life: the one place in which she found herself feeling in the zone. But no matter how many hours she spent in between case files inside her office at whatever city she was in, there was a feeling of emptiness that Amanda hadn’t found a way to fill. The answer came after a celebratory post-court drink at a Washington bar, in the form of a 40 year-old mortal called Benjamin Cross.

The two had fallen in love instantly. It was a heated, torrid affair, followed by a quick engagement and an even quicker wedding. But life had a funny way of throwing curveballs at the most unexpected of times. While her professional career continued to be on the fast track, the young ADA’s personal life had taken a turn for the worst. The differences that had once drawn her and her husband together had become a source of discord, and the pair was going about it in completely different ways. Amanda had buried herself in her work, focusing her frustrations and regrets about marrying a mortal on bringing criminals to justice. Meanwhile, Benjamin had found solace in isolation and the bottle once again, his moods fluctuating between drinking until losing consciousness and seeming like he was getting better, only to fall right back down again. The periods in between the icy silences and heated arguments became shorter and shorter, until the feuding couple had finally collided in the quarrel that had irrevocably torn apart their marriage. That same night, Benjamin had packed his bags. And by the end of that week, all traces of his existence in the apartment he and Amanda had shared had been erased. Thankfully, the Colossus had been moved a month later, forcing her to relocate. The distance between Benjamin and Amanda made the divorce process easy, quick and without conflict.

After the demise of her marriage, Amanda threw herself into her career with a vengeance. In no time, she had made a name for herself in the Kings County courthouse system: with a conviction rate of 95%. This came at a cost that she was able to comfortably afford: closing herself off to any further attempts at romance or falling in love. The fresh wound and the fear of another failed relationship effectively kept her focused on what truly mattered: law, order and justice.

From the beginnings of time and the universe, Freya has been considered one of the preeminent goddesses of the Nordic pantheon. She is well known for her deep fondness of sex, beauty, and fine material possessions, and for being a passionate seeker of carnal pleasures and thrills. But there is more to Freya than just being the most notorious party girl of the Æsir. She is the archetype of the völva, and the one responsible for bringing this art of organized Norse magic to humans and the rest of the gods. And given her expertise in controlling and manipulating the desires, health, and prosperity of others, she’s a being whose knowledge and power are almost without equal.

But not everything in Freya’s life had gone as she would have liked it to. There was an incident many centuries ago, involving her, Loki, and her once dearly beloved Odin. And at the root of it all was a beautiful golden necklace: the cursed piece of jewelry that had ultimately cost the goddess her relationship with the all-father of the Norse pantheon (if it could even be called that).

After that unfortunate event, Freya had promised four things to herself: she would carry on with her existence free of any romantic ties and concerns about other people’s opinions, she would never fall in love again, never put herself in such an open, vulnerable position again, and never, ever, ever take orders from any man _{fuck you, Odin; and fuck you too, Loki}. From that point on, she set out the quest to live her life as the puppeteer instead of the puppet- the most skilled, valuable player instead of the game itself.

She would never be humiliated like that again.

Even as a mortal, Freya continued to live under the same carefree philosophy she’d adopted as a goddess. In order to fund the lavish lifestyle she adored so much and had grown accustomed to, she took on numerous identities throughout the decades, using her godly powers to seduce rich, attractive men out of their wealth. The young woman was gifted designer clothing, expensive jewelry, fancy cars, luxury real estate, and exotic vacations on the regular in exchange for her company-- which to her was definitely a fair, worthy trade. By the time 2020 came around, Freya had amassed enough wealth to live comfortably for a few years without having to pull her usual tricks, so she decided it was time for a break. She had plenty of men to keep her other needs satisfied (especially the one Roman god currently living one floor underneath her in the same apartment building, but that’s neither here nor there).

In a previous lifetime, the priestess Coatlicue had been sweeping atop Coatepec when a ball of feathers fell into her apron. At that moment, she immaculately conceived a son, whose name was Huitzilopochtli. Upon hearing that her mother was pregnant, her daughter Coyolxauhqui became enraged. She rallied her 400 brothers, the Centzonhuitz-nahua, to storm Snake Mountain and kill their mother.

However, one of the brothers decided to warn Coatlicue. Upon hearing of her impending murder, the earth goddess became understandably afraid. But Huitzilopochtli comforted her, telling her not to worry. At the moment Coyolxauhqui approached her mother, Huitzilopochtli was born, fully grown and armed. He sliced off his sister’s head, and threw her body off the mountain. As she fell, her body broke apart until it came to rest at the bottom of Snake Mountain.

Not long after, Coatlicue woke up on Earth.

After the descension, there were two things that Coatlicue was absolutely certain of: she would no longer have children, and she did not want to be associated with any kind of religion ever again. Her new life, she had vowed, would be dedicated to her newfound abilities with snakes.

Throughout the centuries, Coatlicue worked as a snake charmer, then as a snake milker, and soon became one of the pioneers in the investigation of the properties of snake venom and their antidotes. As the scientific industry grew and advanced, so did Coatlicue’s knowledge in the subject, expanding beyond snakes and to other venomous animals. Eventually, she decided to get a “formal” education, and under the name Aleyda Montenegro managed to get doctorate degrees in Toxicology and Biochemistry.

In present times, Dr. Montenegro is in charge of the Research and Development department of Janus’ Westin Rex’s Intitium Inc, with a separate team of dedicated scientists assisting her in the investigation of more uses for snake venom. In her spare time, Aleyda enjoys attending underground fight clubs, fine dining and finding new ways to test the limited patience of her favorite Roman ex-boyfriend Metus Angelo Salvius.