When I was a kid I used to wish my name was Atalanta.
There are not one but two badass heroines named Atalanta in Greek mythology. The first, Atalanta the huntress, was beloved of Meleager. They slay a boar together on their first date. Here is a description of her from Gregory's translation of Ovid's Metamorphosis.:
The heroine of the Arcadian forests:
A smartly polished brooch held her loose cloak,
Her hair was drawn back in a single twist;
At her left shoulder swung an ivory quiver
Which as she walked echoed a bell-like sound
Of arrows striking time; in her left hand
She held a bow: this was her costume, graced
By all the beauty of simplicity.
Her lovely face seemed boyish for a virgin
And yet was far too girlish for a boy"
The second heroine was swift-footed Atalanta. An oracle foretold that if she ever married she would be trapped and lose all she owned. So she set up a rule that she would only marry a man who could outrun her in a race. The price for failure was death. Many young men died in the attempt to win her. Hippomenes uses some bling to distract her -- what woman could resist a solid gold apple? -- and triumphs. But you cannot escape destiny, and a little hubris later, the young lovers are turned into lions by Diana, who hitches them to her chariot.
I like to think Atalanta didn't mind the metamorphosis too much. A lioness is not such a bad thing to be, after all. It beats having to push a boulder up a hill or getting your liver eaten out by an eagle. Here's Hippomenes's view of Atalanta as she wins a race:
"The girl flew past him as if feet were wings,
And to the boy from Helicon her speed
Was like a Scythian arrow's flight through air,
And she, of course, more beautiful than ever.
Her grace in flight had magic of its own:
Ribbons at feet and knees whipped by swift motion,
O glorious hair like wings across white shoulders;
And as a purple curtain hung at doorways
Flushes its light on stone, so her swift body
Seemed to take colour as it glanced beyond him."