[hider=Artemis, goddess of the hunt][center] [sup][h1] [color=424141][i]g o d e s s o f t h e h u n t[/i][/color] [sub][color=000000]A R T E M I S [/color] [color=5e74ee]A R T E M I S[/color][/sub] [/h1][/sup] [/center] [table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/yCQuvb9.png[/img][/center][/cell][cell][sup][center][color=f5eef8]hunter schaefer[/color] | [color=5e74ee]#5e74ee[/color][/center][/sup][center][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]████████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊  [/color] [color=#F5EEF8]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟[/color] [sub]Lady of the Hunt Mistress of the Wood Diana[/sub] [color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟[/color] [sub]the hunt, wilderness, the moon, chastity[/sub] [color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color] [sub]Greek[/sub] [/color] [h1][color=5e74ee]♤[/color][/h1][/center][/cell][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/KWxrqlK.png[/img][/center][/cell][/row][/table][center] [sup][h1] [color=#5e74ee]𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒[/color] [color=#F5EEF8][sub][sub][sup]easy they come, easy they go, i jump from the train, i ride off alone[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] [/h1][/sup] [/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]█████████████████[/color] [indent][color=#2c363b] T H E C A L L O F T H E W I L D[/color] [color=#F5EEF8]T H E C A L L O F T H E W I L D[/color][/indent][/h3][/sup] [quote][sup][color=#F5EEF8]There was a time when Artemis was a storm of divine power. The trees bowed for her, the animals of the forest loved her kind hands and feared her swift arrows, and she had mastered the moon and all its silver light. Once upon a time, she was a terror to those who'd scorned her, but now, Artemis is little more than a dog whisperer. While she retained a stunning control over wild animals, the rest of her divine gifts seem to have faded.[/color][/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center] [sup][h1] [color=#5e74ee]𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅[/color] [color=#F5EEF8][sub][sub][sup]i never grew up, it's getting so old, help me hold onto you[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] [/h1][/sup] [/center][table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [center][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]███████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬  [/color] [color=#F5EEF8]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] Diligent [color=#F5EEF8]&[/color] Reliable Honorable [color=#F5EEF8]&[/color] Brave Wise [color=#F5EEF8]&[/color] Responsible[color=#F5EEF8]⌟[/color][/color] [/center][/cell][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4jb7jF9.png[/img][/center][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [/color][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [center][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]███████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬  [/color] [color=#F5EEF8]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup] [center][color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] Vengeful [color=5e74ee]&[/color] Petty Hypocritical [color=5e74ee]&[/color] Manipulative Arrogant [color=5e74ee]&[/color] Cruel [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color][/center] [/center][/cell][/row][/table] [table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/799a62b8f75907668ae68b8481a6f575/0c11901dc9d67a65-23/s540x810/c73fc098cbf01993201891255a290a707b094439.gif[/img][/center][/cell][cell][center][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]████████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]т н є м σ я т α ℓ  [/color] [color=#F5EEF8]т н є м σ я т α ℓ[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟[/color] [sub]Selena O'Ryan[/sub] [color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟[/color] [sub]twenty four[/sub] [color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟[/color] [sub]lesbian (except for that one time), female, she/her[/sub] [color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color] [sub]Owner and operator of [i]Moon River Retreat[/i][/sub] [/color][/center][/cell][cell][center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/a318ae3ad97ecba708697b6dc1ac70a4/0c11901dc9d67a65-e2/s540x810/65e8d48afeeb179812c48607a94e4e6b3a651de0.gif[/img][/center][/cell][/row][/table] [center] [sup][h1] [color=#5e74ee]𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘[/color] [color=#F5EEF8][sub][sub][sup]i've been the archer, i've been the prey. who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay?[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] [/h1][/sup] [/center][table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0c/ce/08/0cce08075d7827f59f7f37556bd1d93b.gif[/img][/center][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right] [/color][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [center][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]██████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲  [/color] [color=#F5EEF8]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sup]Perhaps Artemis' nature is not surprising, given the nature of her beginning. Conceived out of a tryst between Zeus and Leto, Artemis and her brother were forced to face Hera's wrath while still in the womb. No place was safe for her mother, not with Hera's serpent following her every move. When Leto finally found refuge on Delos, the twins were nearly there. Artemis came into the world, stoic from the moment she opened her eyes. Her infancy was short lived, as moments later, she helped deliver her brother. While her brother sought immediate vengeance on Hera's beast, Artemis, always the more calculated of the twins, was far more willing to bide her time. While her brother gallivanted across the earth, inspiring mortals and finding pleasure wherever a lyre was plucked, Artemis spent her time traipsing through the forest, hunting the creatures of the earth and exploring the unknown wilds. She did share her brother's interest in mortals though, at least certain ones. Artemis was known to collect young maidens like they were coins, often saving them from the terrors of the forest. Always young, always virginal, always beautiful. These were the benefits of being a Huntress. Some think Artemis' vow of chastity is as old as time itself, entwine with her essence. While it's true that she took chastity as a sign of devotion in her Huntresses, Artemis did not take her own vow until later. Not until Orion. He had been a demigod, a child of Poseidon and a princess of Crete. Their meeting was fortuitous, and Artemis, whose eyes were rarely drawn to anything other than adventure, found herself enthralled by the young hunter. She began to spend her days with him, the first man to hold her bow, and those days turned into weeks, and then months. At night, they lay beneath the moon and watched the stars. It was perfect... until it wasn't. Mortals don't live forever, she knew that, but she had not expected him to be taken so suddenly. The scorpion moved faster, even faster than her, and she'd turned her back to him, and... when she turned to face him again, he was dead. She asked her father to bury him amongst the stars, and swore off love and anything that might lead to it. Artemis was always colder than her brother, more prone to offense, but after Orion she seemed to grow even closer to the wilds that she loved so much. Her vengeance became legendary in the wake of her grief. The likes of Actaeon and Niobe learned that the hard way. Artemis' wrath was terrifying, and lasting. When Apollo came to her, fuming over Hyacinth's death and seeking revenge on Boreas' blood, she was all too happy to help. She'd always thought it silly to entrust Titans with the Sun and Moon. The only trustworthy one was her mother. She took the responsibility of her chariot much more seriously than her brother. In part, she enjoyed the solitude, and the respect the mortals heaped upon her as she drew the silver light across the sky. Truly though, what she loved the most, was the proximity to Orion. Every night, she got to visit his resting place, where he watched over her with shining, bright eyes. She would've traded anything, to stay there amongst the stars with him. Alas, the Fates had other plans. [/sup][/color][/indent][/hider][/center] [center][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]██████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲  [/color] [color=#F5EEF8]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sup]At first, there was darkness. Never ending shadows, impenetrable, unescapable. Soon though, the darkness faded, and dreams swept her away. Orion was there, guiding her through the labyrinth of her mind, until, with a crash, he was taken away again. As she and the other gods began to stir, the dream faded away, and when she awoke, she was not alone. Perhaps it was a good thing that Artemis was one of the last to awake. Had she had it her way, there would've been a massacre, but cooler heads prevailed. She stuck around long enough to learn that nobody knew anything truly useful, before slipping off to explore this new world. When she wasn't checking in on the immortal leech that was her brother, she was hunting in the woods. She never lost her love of followers, and wherever she tread, young women seemed to trail close behind. Some were girls she'd rescued from danger, others had simply heard tales of a band of women traveling through the wilderness, and sought to join. Artemis offered them a rare form of adventure, not easily found for girls of the town. All she asked for in return, was devotion. In the early years, she did not hide what she was from them. She saw no reason to. But mortals were cruel, and soon, word of her travels reached the wrong ears. After centuries on Earth, many of Artemis' memories have blended together or faded completely, but she never forgot the night the Christians came. The sound of hooves beating the ground raw woke her, and she opened her tent to see them bearing down on her camp, bringing fire and steel. Her and her girls fought back, valiantly. She called on the forest for aid, but she was not the goddess she once was. So she was forced to watch as men ripped her life to shreds. They killed her, and left her for dead, and while her consciousness swam in a formless haze, she plotted. Revenge, not on the men who'd wronged her, for they were numerous and masked. She'd have to settle for those they protected, those they fought for. When she rose again, she set out on her bloody path. In between Festivals, she tore swathes across the countrysides, a pale spirit of vengeance haunting from the shadows, all those mortals who turned to that false god. She was not such a great warrior that she was free from defeat. But each time they cut her down, she rose, made stronger by rage. A boogeyman to haunt the Dark Ages. The years fell away however, and Artemis' crusade did little in the grand scheme of things. She watched as the monuments to her family were torn down, as the remnants of her people were scattered to the winds, or forced under the yoke of the Nazarene. Few know why Artemis ceased her bloody vengeance. She has always kept her pain close to her. Apollo though, and a handful of other Olympians, know that it was love that stayed the Moon's blade, just as it had set it into motion. Her name was Esther, and she was everything. Courageous, compassionate, willful. When Artemis came for her village, it was Esther who stayed the moon goddess' hand, froze the notched arrow. In Esther, Artemis was reminded of the virtues that mortals possessed, and so she agreed to spare the town, so long as Esther traveled with her. Initially, Esther resented the arrangement, but this only made her more unique in Artemis' eyes. In the woods, they grew close. Esther was wise, and Artemis enjoyed that wisdom. She had grown so tired of nights without conversation, nights without love. Esther unearthed a kindness in her that Artemis had thought lost amidst the stars. Under the light of the moon, a bond grew, deeper than the one she'd shared with Orion, or anyone before. In the end, it was Artemis' own hubris that cost Esther her life. After a year together, Artemis brought the young woman with her, to the next Festival of Life. There, in secret, Artemis fed her share of ambrosia to her lover, in the hopes that divinity might reach out its hand and grant her eternal life. Instead, it strangled her. Esther screamed, and writhed, and within a moment, was burned away by the fruit of the gods, her mortal soul scorched by the light of the divine. Artemis held the corpse in her arms, and swore an oath; no more innocents would fall before her. And so, after decades of rage, Artemis finally calmed herself, for Esther. She was an arbiter of justice no longer. As castles rose and with them, new empires, Artemis positioned herself in places of power, a wise woman on the shoulder of kings. She did what she could to honor Esther, to hold true to her vow. She preached moderation in times of excess, restraint in times of war. Her folly was not in her words, but in her belief that deep down, every mortal was as good and innocent as the woman she'd loved. The truth was that few were. Every day without Esther reminded her of the sins of man, and made it harder and harder to keep her oath. Artemis kept her oath though, until the world demanded more of her. She did not give in to the rage she'd felt once before. She approached the world with her old calculated certainty, an arrow in the dark. Subterfuge and politicking became her arrows, whispers her bow. Violence was no longer her way. Of course, words can be just as violent as a blade. With a new group of girls to serve as eyes and ears, Artemis built influence and wealth across her many identities, enough so that she could live luxuriously, while tipping decisions in favor of the downtrodden whenever she could. Was she a champion of the people? That's likely too generous. However, in the faces of beggars, she saw Esther staring back at her, challenging her to do better, to be better. She helped where she could, while she secured herself a position in the world of man. She carried her influence over to America, and now, in Seattle, she continues her games. Selena O'Ryan is an enigma in the city's high society. Little is known about her prior to her arrival on the coast, but it's clear that she is ambitious. Officially, she runs a meditative retreat on the edge of the city, dedicated to women's health. Unofficially, she is the woman with an ear in every office, a girl in every room. She is the Moon, and the Moon is always watching. [/sup][/color][/indent][/hider][/center] [center][sup][h3][color=5e74ee]██████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬  [/color] [color=#F5EEF8]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sup]Artemis is swayed by little. While her family is always a priority of sorts, she long ago learned to leave them to their mistakes. She will defend them if need be, but she despises their petty drama, and does her best to rise above it. That is of course, until she finds herself offended. Primarily, Artemis desires the safety of her girls, by whatever means necessary. [/sup][/color][/indent][/hider] [color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] f є α я ѕ [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sub]The day the mortals find them. She does not need her brother's gifts of prophecy to know that they will come again, just as they did all those centuries ago. The world is advancing, and she worries about the day when humans tire of Prometheus' Flame, and fill their greedy hearts with the desire for more.[/sub][/color][/indent][/hider][/center] [/cell][/row][/table][/hider]