[hider=Artemis][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NQkmWKdZzU][center][img]https://mocah.org/thumbs/4599742-women-jonas-de-ro-cyborg-science-fiction-cyberpunk-digital-art-gun-futuristic-girls-with-guns.jpg[/img][/center] [CENTER][SUB][COLOR=gold]A R T E M I S C H A S E ◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5’10 ►[/COLOR][/SUB][/CENTER][/url] [SUB][COLOR=gold]P R E S E N C E[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=a8a8a8] Artemis is an ever-changing woman. For years, she was commanded, ordered, and trained to become a mold crafted by a system of leaders who relentlessly strived for control. Once bound by the chains of manipulation, she has broken free to become anew with bursting emotions that she can freely express without fear of consequences. The next chapter of her life unfolded into a complex chain of new beginnings, granting her the key to unlock so many doors that she never realized were available to her. Whom was once compliant and unresisting to her fearful overseers, has become a woman of fortitude while retaining the might of her zealous heart. A soldier, a spy, a killer, an elite—they demanded it all. All in which she longs to forget, but stains her body and mind worse than the blood of her victims. Of the titles she collected, her pride remained on one—a protector. Although it came from sinister origins, the title sparked within her a hope for independence in which she now relishes in. Artemis is truly a protector, defending those that cannot defend themselves, or those that she deems worthy of protection. She rises from the ashes of the past, seeking nothing but to be greater than the woman she was yesterday, while remaining present to avoid her haunting roots. Eyes forward, she only glances back to realize the distance she’s traveled and the adversities she’s overcome. Talented as Artemis may be, her charm doesn’t match her captivating beauty as her serious personality stays firm as steel. Her threatening blue eyes, that give both salvation and fear, glisten with ambition and pierce like a bullet. Her long, blonde hair shines even in the midst of combat and her body remains strong and toned while possessing a feminine curve. Romance has never been her strong suit, valuing her closed walls too much to protect her dignity and her new-found independence. [/color] [SUB][COLOR=gold]C H R O N I C L E[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=a8a8a8] [color=CCCAAA]“They called me the valkyrie.”[/color] Soaring in various aircrafts, her escape has always been within the sky. Becoming a pilot of the Devlon Industries was always an honor, but Artemis strived to master this skill set, craving the high altitudes in times of stress or pain. The way the earth looked so small and the ability to travel far away from her troubles created the perfect outlet for a confined girl. Although she could run, she would always return, but with readiness to face her problems head-on. Artemis’ love for flying was soon noted, and what was a hobby was predictably turned into a way of killing. So she learned the controls of a much different aircraft, ones with complex components that dominated the skies and really placed the union’s name within the domain. With careful learning, they soon built her a signature war jet in which people identified as her pegasus, which made the jet adopt it’s winged aesthetics. Within it, was her—Artemis, the Valkyrie. [color=CCCAAA]"I did it all for him. I did everything for him."[/color] The title made her father proud, the man that steered her life into a twisted, robotic destiny that was predetermined since her birth. While their connection was built on a foundation of fear and authority, she held onto the faint love tighter than her gun, despite its sparse existence. This caused her to obey for the sake of the bond she struggled to have, causing her to obediently become a needed weapon for the Devlon Industries. Artemis trained hard with mixed emotions that were bottled up beneath her soul, aching to unleash them, but burying them harshly. [color=CCCAAA]"At times I felt like a robot, incapable of being my own person. And still, I did it for him."[/color] Thus, Artemis proceeded with her life, doing as she was demanded, and performing her best with every task. From spying, to sending messages, to killing without reason—her life was made for her, but with only darkness to look forward to. Since the day she could remember, she had never made a choice of her own and held her opinions back, moving like a pawn in an army, utilizing her combined battle prowess with her eonic powers to become an icon of both hope and destruction for her union. She was known by many, and respected by many, yet the respect from her father was harder than wrestling a lion. Still, she fought, with strength and vigor, until her eyes could see beyond the darkness that adhered to her fate. What lied ahead was nothing but a repetitive life full of blood on her hands and knives in her back. [color=CCCAAA]"Selfish as I was, I finally demanded my life back."[/color] So Artemis opened her mind and unchained her soul, casting out her emotions and accepting the consequences of doing so. Her disobedience was accounted for, and her life was grasped tighter than what it was before, restricting her freedom in anyway that they could—but she evaded. Slipping through their fingers like water, like she was trained to do, Artemis broke free of their painful grip and attempted to lead a rebellion against the Devlon Industries. Although she wreaked havoc upon her controllers, she failed to overthrow the union and came out alone, despite the many followers she was able to muster. [color=CCCAAA]"But does my fate lie at the point of his gun?"[/color] Amidst the rebellion and behind the demolished buildings and ruthless killing, she came out with her treasured independence, but also her self-blame upon failing her loyal advocates just for the sake of, what she considered, a selfish act. So she escaped—soaring on her pegasus and through the dangerous skies, only to be shot down after a long chase through neutral terrain. [color=CCCAAA]"I've accepted death long ago, but I somehow manage to flee from it's crosshairs."[/color] Artemis, reluctantly, made it out alive, finding refuge in Oakridge. There, she kept her head low, and lived minimalistically thereafter. She got a job at a bakery and learned to love the art, soon taking it over from the elderly lady that opened it. —The tape continued to play among the broken and shattered parts of her pegasus, Artemis’ voice shaking with emotion. [color=CCCAAA]“I remember being captivated by the colors of the field my father took me to when I was a little girl. I was so afraid to release the euphoria that encompassed my body, but he could see the shaking smile that I just couldn’t hold back. So he told me it was okay. Pink—that became my favorite color. The way the lotus petals danced around me pulled the strings of my condemned spirit, causing me to run around in a fit of joy, but I remember [i]constantly[/i] looking over my shoulder at him to make sure that he didn’t have a change of heart. It’s a memorable moment for me, from the innocent happiness that I could finally let out. . .but also from the beauty turned evil. He told me about the lotus flower, how it’s bloom used to be celebrated by many because they only survived for so long. Everything has meaning. Just like my purpose on this earth, the flowers, too, had a predetermined meaning. [i]'The shortness of life'[/i] he said. The flowers resembled the shortness of life, the lives that I would end, the insignificance of survival without purpose—all shattering the beauty I saw in the moment and turning my smile back into my frown. And yet, I turn to this vivid memory, even as I pressed the barrel of my gun against the head of my father, the commander of the Devlon Industries. I soon realized that he wasn’t the one that kept me aflame, but instead, he ignited the fire in my soul and I learned to nurture it. Who knew I would be the one to send him to his grave. But still—I love him.”[/color][/color] [SUB][COLOR=gold]M E M O R I E S[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=a8a8a8] [hider=//COMBAT] Artemis is a trained elite, and has been trained as so ever since she was a young age. Being the daughter of a commander, whom led such an iconic legion of impenetrable soldiers and weaponry, she had a very high expectation to meet. She did find success in this, though. Her aeonic powers came to her suddenly and she was immediately placed under strict lessons to harness this power. Artemis, already a fierce fighter, was only further enhanced by the awakening of her powers and only knew how to be a weapon controlled by its puppeteer. [table][row][cell][color=gold]//SKILLS[/color] [indent][sub][b]Hand-to-hand Combat:[/b] Artemis is strongest in close quarters and prefers to utilize her fists in battle. Flexible, dextrous, and strong all add to her intense lethality, making her a strong force to be reckoned with. [b]Pilot:[/b] Artemis’ most appreciated skill is her ability to control aircrafts. This is cherished because of the escape and freedom it gives by it’s ascent, regardless of how sinister the intention of the flight may be. Artemis has learned to fly various aircrafts and has a knack for air combat. Her Pegasus—now crushed to pieces—is her most comfortable aircraft to fly. It’s gadgets and speed, combined, make for a deadly weapon. [b]Blast:[/b] Artemis’ signature move is the aeonic force that she blasts from her fists. This increases the damage of her regular martial art moves. [b]Barrier:[/b] Artemis uses barriers as a way to protect herself from projectiles and get in and out of close-quarters safely. [b]Reflective Attacks:[/b] Artemis uses this ability to cast out small beams to properly damage enemies that would surround her. [b]Orb:[/b] Although not used as much, Artemis uses this ability in case she needs to detonate a desired area. She also uses this technique for healing, should she ever need to. [/sub][/indent][/cell] [cell][color=gold]//combat suit[/color] [indent][hider=][center][img]https://static.turbosquid.com/Preview/2015/04/15__04_44_17/1.jpg2e609775-ec99-4098-aeff-290414bb50c4Original.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] [sub]Artemis still uses the combat suit that was designed for her when she was under the command of Devlon Industries. Prior to her rebellion, she had her suit edited to make it stronger and geared towards her aeonic powers. She also had her tracker removed from it. It’s fabric and protective plating is infused with Devlon technology, created aesthetically and carefully, making it a proper and fitting attire for a formidable hero to adorn. It contains gadgets throughout, but they’re all hidden and made light-weight.[/sub][/indent][/cell][/row][/table] [/hider] [color=gold]Alexander Chase[i](deceased)[/i][/color] - The renowned commander, the fearful strategist, the taunting combatant, and the father to Artemis Chase. Their relationship was complex, showcasing a father’s love, but also the strictness of a militant and the expectations of a government. He was known by many, and revered by most, but Artemis knew him differently than the world. Regardless of the threat he posed and the innocents he’s slain, she adored him. [color=gold]The Rebellion[i](deceased)[/i][/color] - Artemis organized a rebellion to sway the intentions of the Devlon Industries. While they impacted a great deal to the society and the government, they ended in failure. The Devlon Industries are an extreme force and Artemis could only conjure a handful of allies to aid her in her campaign. While they have left their mark and imprinted some beacon of hope within the corrupted union, they are now deceased or missing. Artemis, as well. [color=gold]Meredith Evans[/color] - The elderly woman that generously took in Artemis. Artemis hasn’t shared her history with her, but Meredith always said she could see people’s colors. Almost like a fortune-teller, Meredith always tells Artemis that her future is bright, and her aura is warming. The sweet woman is as sharp as a tack and still moves freely despite her aging body. Artemis has a very high respect for the woman, and would do anything for her. [SUB][COLOR=4e5766]A E S I R[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=7a7a7a] [center][color=gold][h3]S E R A P H I M[/h3][/color][/center] [center][hider=][img]https://i.imgur.com/4wNuPi8.jpg[/img][/hider][/center] Artemis grew up with a strange complex of timidness and it’s opposing determination. The two strongest influences of her life were both the stoic Seraphim and her domineering father, creating the war within Artemis to muster and rage wildly. She was pulled in two opposite directions for the majority of her life. Seraphim whispering the secrets to leadership and self-preservation, while her father instructs the ways of obedience and order. Artemis took control of her life through the guidance of her Aesir and is on the road to self-discovery, unfolding her true destiny and reclaiming her life. While she was apparent of these teachings of Seraphim, she never applied them to her life because she lived in fear of disappointment. Casting that aside, she was able to unleash with Seraphim at her side.[/color] [/color] [/hider]