Lionhearted

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Working on my post now. Sorry about the wait! :(

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Artemis

_{A R T E M I S C H A S E
◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5’10 ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

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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.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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“They called me the valkyrie.”

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.

"I did it all for him. I did everything for him."

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.

"At times I felt like a robot, incapable of being my own person. And still, I did it for him."

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.

"Selfish as I was, I finally demanded my life back."

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.

"But does my fate lie at the point of his gun?"

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.

"I've accepted death long ago, but I somehow manage to flee from it's crosshairs."

Artemis, reluctantly, made it out alive, finding refuge in Helston. 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.

“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 constantly 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. 'The shortness of life' 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 remember this so vividly, 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.”

_{M E M O R I E S}

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Meredith Evans - 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.

Venser Sitol - Artemis owes a lot to Venser for helping her keep her identity hidden. Artemis was able to find the talented hacker after searching around Helston shortly after her arrival. After carefully explaining her situation, while leaving out details of her specific heritage, Venser agreed. She pays him with credits, yet she feels as though she owes him a lot more than just mere currency. Venser is a budding friend to Artemis, considering he knows more about her than anybody else in Helston, but she tries to keep an arms-length distance to avoid unintentionally revealing information about herself that she likes to keep confidential.

Steven - A bartender at a local pub that she visits often. Although she befriends nobody, she enjoys the company of the kind, burly man that serves her alcohol after a long day. Their conversation usually brightens her mood and helps her to forget her constant pain.

Jayce - A loyal customer to the bakery, coming in more times than he should in a week. It’s obvious that he has a crush on Artemis, but he knows that he’ll only face rejection.

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@Lionhearted Awesome character. Great history. Many things about her can definitely come in handy!

@Prisk

Yay! I'm glad you like it! :) Thank you!

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

It seems like the players that I had some interactions with are no longer active. I've been waiting and hoping, but it seems futile. I'm also confused about some other things and decisions, so I suppose this is it for me as well. Hope to see everyone soon again!

@Prisk

Very sad to see you go! I was looking forward to RPing with you in this! But, I know that other RPs will be just as great with you! It was fun to read your wonderful writing!!

BLEAK

Artemis

_{A R T E M I S C H A S E
◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5’10 ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

---

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.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

---

“They called me the valkyrie.”

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.

"I did it all for him. I did everything for him."

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.

"At times I felt like a robot, incapable of being my own person. And still, I did it for him."

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.

"Selfish as I was, I finally demanded my life back."

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.

"But does my fate lie at the point of his gun?"

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.

"I've accepted death long ago, but I somehow manage to flee from it's crosshairs."

Artemis, reluctantly, made it out alive, finding refuge in Helston. 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.

“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 constantly 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. 'The shortness of life' 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 remember this so vividly, 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.”

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

Meredith Evans - 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.

Steven - A bartender at a local pub that she visits often. Although she befriends nobody, she enjoys the company of the kind, burly man that serves her alcohol after a long day. Their conversation usually brightens her mood and helps her to forget her constant pain.

Jayce - A loyal customer to the bakery, coming in more times than he should in a week. It’s obvious that he has a crush on Artemis, but he knows that he’ll only face rejection.

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@Prisk Updated the picture, hope its to your liking.

Also, @Lionhearted, I'm really excited to see what you come up with. You're not the only one who got nervous when others started posting their work; I completely revised Venser's chronicle when @Sync dropped Korvo. So don't sweat it! Your character will be great.

@GodOfWar

Thank you! I really appreciate it! Amazing character, by the way!!!

BLEAK

<Snipped quote by Lionhearted>

Oh, don't worry about that at all. You'll fit right in from what I've seen. You know, good writers are usually very self-critical, so you are one of them.

@Prisk

OMG.

This is like the best compliment ever. Thank you so sos os os so osos much

BLEAK

Sorry my CS is taking so long. Not gonna lie, the writers in this RP are incredible, but also intimidating, and it's giving me writer's block hardcore.

BLEAK

Some questions <3:

1) How powerful would you say our characters should be?

2) So most of the Aesir are slumbering, does that include Gaia? Does Gaia also feed on the energy of the creator?

3) Would the Aesir ever attack each other? I know you mention that Gaia has a perfect domain to allow life, so would the jealousy of the other Aesir be enough to make Gaia in danger of attacks from them?

4) Who would have primary control over the Net?

BLEAK

I'll start on my CS tonight! Looking forward to this RP! :)