Katara was born within the ancient land of Scythia,

A Homeland for a Tribe of Amazon's living in seclusion from the modern word. As Katara would grow up she would be trained in combat as a warrior and taught the ways of priesthood by her mother. Spending her time praying in temple alongside her mother learning how to properly honor and worship the gods so they will keep them safe.

As time would pass and Katara would grow she would quickly gain the reputation of being the most beautiful women of her tribe. Dark black hair, sun kissed golden skin, and a set of jewel green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. To say she was gorgeous would be an understatement. The term Mythical Beautiful. For as beautiful a compliment it would be...would come to be truer then sadly anyone could have imagined...as even a God would catch eyes for the young Katara.

One day while caring for her ailing mother Melina. Katara at 18 would be propositioned for her hand in Marriage by a Demigod. Promised a life up on Mount Olympus! Worshipped by Mortals till the end of her days! All if she would just leave her people and say yes!
The marriage had been already ordered by Lord Zeus. She had to say yes. At this point it was just a formality to ask her.

The rest of her tribe would absorb the news with glee and honor. A God. A god! A Demigod, but a god, nonetheless. Had come down from the heavens and asked for the hand. One of the Amazon's of Scythia would be raised on High as a Goddess. As the young Katara would feel nothing but fear at the prospect of marriage. It gave her a sinking feeling in her stomach that in all the years of hearing the outright admonishment of men. That a male god had so casually stepped on the shores and been welcomed in.
And what now was she supposed to do...Mary? Leave Scythia, leave her tribe, leave behind her humanity even to live amongst the gods? Leave her mother? While she was still ill. While she could still lose her if she was not by her side.

The Demigod would soon return for an answer and Katara would reject him. Choosing to stay by the side and care for her mother till she was healthy...as the god did not take this well. As he would grow furious at her rejection. So furious in fact the young god would place a curse on Katara!

Her skin would grow pale...then scaled...her hair falling out of her head in chunks till her flesh began to shape itself into long tubes...that eventually would grow teeth. As the Amazon Katara would be transformed into a Ghastly-White Gorgon.

The Amazons would quickly find her as the God would quickly disappear. As despite her cries for help and pleading the women knew there was nothing that could be done. One of their daughters had angered the gods...and now they were outcast. Katara getting to hug her mother one last time, before she was banished to the woods.

Alone, Inhuman, and afraid. Katara would have no one, and nothing left to her name. As she would walk through the forests alone and discarded by the rest of her tribe. As one would be with her during this time: The Goddess Athena. Taking pity on the poor girl's situation she would appear before Katara. Guiding her to safety and civilization and promising her that she will aid in the breaking of this curse.

As now Katara wanders the Modern Age. Learning how to be a hero alongside dealing with her past and the loss of her people. Keeping it within her heart that maybe. Just one day
She could return to them.