From birth it could be seen that Pyrrha was not to be judged as a weakling. She showed extreme bravery from the age of 5 by challenging her father in duels and combats. She would try and try without tire until her mother called her to bed, or for food, or even just to rest awhile before continuing. Unlike other children in Atlas, Pyrrha was one of the few born to a Titan and a goddess. As such, she possessed raw natural skills from birth that most of the other children did not have. This prevented her from being able to play with the locals as she was seen as extremely dangerous at play. 

It is said that she only inherited one trait of a Titan and though many scholars battle and say she had more, they all agree that her temper and how quickly she could get angry was the closest attribute that linked her to her father. At first she was just a simple little girl who loved practicing how to fight with her father however one day, whilst fighting with him, her cousin, Dionysus decided to attempt to get her attention. So he threw a rock. It didn't hit her, but it had managed to distract her long enough that her father was able to knock her off her feet. Normally, she would have gotten up and told him a piece of her mind but today, instead of talking she hurled a rock back at him at blinding speeds. Had it none been for his supernatural background, the rock would have hit him and taken his head with it as it continued on its journey. 

After witnessing how overpowered she became when she got angry, her father decided to begin training her to be like him. She began accompanying him to battle and soon became known as the pride of Atlas but that name was not to last. 

One night, whilst patrolling the border of Atlas, Pyrrha noticed something suspicious. She had around 20 men with her so instead of continuing on her way, she halted and inquired whether her second had seen the fire of in the woods nearby. After receiving clarification, they decided to head to the bon-fire to see whether it was thieves or natives. When they arrived on the scene, the area was empty and the surrounding forest was quiet. They began wondering if this was such a great idea. The soldiers could feel eyes staring at them and they could not see who was looking. 

Suddenly an arrow flew from a tree to the group of soldiers, one dropped dead. A volley of arrows followed with a charge of around 29 men. Pyrrha's little patrolling party was not equipped to fight in such an enclosed space while being attacked by archers. As the battle went on, more and more soldiers died at the hand of the rebels. To give the remaining portion of her guard enough time to retreat,  she decided she would fight them all off until her men were clear. They placed the action into play and an even larger battle ensued. 

Somewhere in the battle she got knocked to the ground. As she was getting up, her father charged in. They began fighting side by side as the last group of soldiers were evacuated off scene. As they were about to leave to rejoin their men an arrow pierced Pyrrha's armor and lodged in her side. As her father looked back, he saw her fall to the ground. Blood could be scene gushing out of the wound. It was clear she wasn't going to make it. The sight tore her father apart. The world had forgotten who they were as they had tried to fit in. However as the Titan of Afterthought looked on Pyrrha's face, he could feel his daughter's pain. He decided then and their that no longer would she be withheld by mortality but he would instead make her fully immortal. 

He stood up and showed his true form, he reminded the world what a Titan's power looked like and all enemies shrunk away in fear. He then turned to his daughter and began first to restore life to her now lifeless body. Then he began the process of making her immortal. 

It completely changed her. And with this change came new personalities. No longer could the world harm her, but she was made like a Titan to them. 

When she awoke her appearance had completely changed. She saluted her father through kneeling as only a true warrior could.

Then her eyes turned red and ice and fire engulfed her with lightning and her wrath turned to those who had just wronged her.

And she made quick work of all who didn't immediately bend the knee to her father.

No longer was she known as the pride of Atlas, but as "The Crown Jewel" "Princess of Atlas" "Protector of the bold".

Atlas in the early stages of life.