Jujutsu Kaisen OC: Athena Eloise

Backstory pt. 1

My mother always talked about my father. Ever since I was young she would ramble on and on about how amazing he was. I listened in awe. My father seemed to be the coolest person my mom knew. I was obsessed with him. I couldn't handle the thought of meeting him in person. What would I say? Would he even like me? My mother told me I was never, under any circumstances, allowed to meet him. I was okay with that. That was until the day my mother died.

I was 11 and my mother came home looking horrorstruck. She was muttering about him. 'He did this. He lied to me. He ...'. She ran into her room and locked the door. I was too busy working on my math homework and was used to her rather dramatic behavior, to give much attention to her. I only grew concerned when my mother hadn't come out of her room for the whole night. Usually, when she was stressed out or tired she'd still come out to say goodnight or make dinner. I knocked on her door and she didn't answer. An hour later she was in the hospital for a drug overdose and a day later she was proclaimed to be dead. After the funeral the only close relatives I had took me in. My mother's parents.

They were kind to me, but I always felt like something was off. Whenever I mentioned my father they would grow cold and angry towards me. I learned then and there to never speak of him. They blamed him for my mother's death. They were very rich and were not afraid to give me monthly allowances. They wanted me to be 'happy' and they thought money would do that. I hated it but was afraid of upsetting them so I pretended that it helped me. I lived like this until I was 14. That's when I discovered my powers.

I was walking home from school and I noticed an older man wearing a black cloak struggling with something in an alleyway. I cautiously walked over to the alley and my eyes were unable to focus on what he was battling. The closer I got, the more large and monstrous the thing he fought became. I was close enough to see the shadowy monster take the form of an insect with rabbit-like features. Caught off guard by this extremely fictional scene, I froze in place. The man hadn't noticed me and was slowly bringing the battle closer to me.

The giant insect noticed me standing there and threw something at me. I snapped out of my daze in time to jump out of the way. I looked over to see what was thrown at me and saw a mini-insect monster sprinting toward me at an impossible speed. I tried running away from it in vain. A split second before it latched its teeth around my torso, something clicked inside of me. It felt like a built-in instinct. I turned and faced this horrible creature and simply looked at it. That was enough. It ran past me and bit the air, confused it turned around to look at me. I was just as confused as it was. What the hell did I just do???

It had gotten over its confusion and went to bite me again. Just as before I felt the instinct to look at it. The insect sat there frozen for a second, and it was long enough for me to move out of the way. It bit at nothing and when it realized this, it violently thrashed around in frustration. I started running again, hoping that the insect wouldn't follow. I had to get out of there, quickly. As I ran I knew the insect was chasing me, but after a couple of seconds, I heard it cry out in pain. I shortly glanced behind me and saw that the man in the black cloak had stabbed it.

I came home that day completely dazed. There was no way in hell that was real. No way. That man in the black cloak and those weird insects were just a side effect of the school lunch I had eaten today. They were fake. Yet, deep down I knew they were real. The instinct I had felt awakened inside of me hadn't gone away. I constantly felt the urge to run back and finish off the insect.

I wondered why that cloaked man hadn't even tried to talk to me. Did he not notice me? Was I just imagining it all? I sat in my room pondering all of this when someone knocked on my window. Frightened, I glanced toward the sound.

As if he was summoned by my thoughts, there stood the man in the black cloak. I could see his features better now and saw that he was moderately good-looking with sunglasses and his hair was short and dark brown. He had a goatee as well. He smiled and motioned for me to open my window. I glared at him and pulled out my phone to dial 911.