Atalanta

“Set,” I said between breaths as I ran. “Install.”

Between one step and the next, I transformed, shrinking a good five inches. My hair lengthened, straightening, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the strands turn green and gold. My ears shifted up to the top of my head, twisting and morphing into furry, feline triangles, as a tail sprouted and swayed behind me. My costume flowed into a green and black dress with a pleated skirt, embroidered with golden designs, and a pair of gauntlets and armored, thigh-high boots.

Chaste Huntress Atalanta, an archer of incredible skill. She had the keenest of eyesight, capable of seeing and striking the tiniest of targets over great distances.