[Hider= Ariela and Artemus]

Name: Ariela Melodie

Age:15 

Gender:female 

Birthplace: Hemmingway, a small village located in the southernmost part of Warshire. The Temperature here is very cold most of the year, yet still warm for long enough to grow crops.

Current Home: Arcarus, outskirts of slaver encampment.

Personality: She Is a bitter child, and hates all those who help her. She expects only betrayal from others and lives a life of solitude, hoping to one day take vengeance on those who live in the light.

Bio: Innocence is a fragile thing, often lost to harsh fangs of society and stripped from its bearers at an early age. The Provence of Warshire is an unforgiving place where the innocent are quickly encouraged to leave behind their childish ways and join the rugged society they were birthed to. This mind set however, did not hold true in the small village of Hemmingway, which, during its existence, was located at the southernmost point in Warshire territory. Innocence was believed to be a precious thing in this quirk of the Warshire province, and the children of this village were held in the highest regard. Young Ariela Melodie had the fortune of being born to this small community and life was perfect for her. 

At the age of nine young Ariela had her life ripped away however, when a brave bandit party ventured into Warshire territory in the dead of night. It came without warning, fire, screams of agony, and an instinctual sense of fear. People were slaughtered left and right, her father was decapitated by a black war axe that seemed to emit fire from itself. She wailed in sorrow, refusing to let her fathers still warm corpse be left behind. Ariela's mother managed to convince the bandits to take them prisoner, and Ariela was torn from her life and forced to leave her home with 27 others, her mother included. The village was burned to ash, and the only survivors, sold into slavery.

Ariela's mother managed to miraculously keep her daughter with her as they began their slow journey to the deep forests of Arcarus. It was difficult, and her mother was forced to [i]please[/i] the bandits in trade for her daughters life. After 4 months of traveling they finally arrived at the Bandit headquarters. A place Ariela would be forced to call home for the next two years. Two add insult to injury, Ariela's mother attracted Scurvy and passed away after a year of bad nourishment. Ariela had become a scrawny child, malnourished, and physically abused, she was forgotten by the others and lived in the background of the camp. A kind old man took her in and began giving her portions of his rations upon finding her in a near death state. Ariela came to trust the man, and looked at him as a grandfather.

When help finally did come young Ariela was 11 years old, and had lost her eyesight due too malnutrition. The old man claimed her as his granddaughter and brought her with him to Sovereign, capitol of the Continent. 

Things were better, until she turned the age of 13. It was at this time that her trusted friend, who she had come to call Grampa, showed his true colors. He assaulted her and used her as his personal toy for half a year. One night she managed to fashion a shiv out of some broken glass and pierce his throat with it. She escaped and fled into the street.

She is now fifteen and survives off of the food that those who pity her toss her way from time to time. She has been abused countless times by passersby that did not appreciate her position and suffering. Her life has been one of torment, and the hatred she holds for all who she deems responsible is without end. She holds a loathing that cannot be described in words towards any that would call themselves 'good'. Her mind has been twisted by torment and she curses every hand that extends towards her in kindness.

This is her now, she has blond hair however. [img=http://www.anime-break.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/narutoepisode012-3.jpg] 

Special Traits/Weapons:
Heightened hearing and scent: Because of her years of blindness her other senses have adapted slightly, specifically the two mentioned. 
A small knife and some scavenged matches.

A small ball that has a core of heat within it. *She uses it to keep warm.*

Theme Song:[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1UAJ9WQxIs]

Kage Type: Onikage

Kage Name: Artemus Melancholy

Kage Primary Power: Artemus's primary ability is taking on his true form. Regularly he takes the form of a young, mute boy surrounded by two rabbits. One laughing, and one sobbing. When he takes his true form he becomes a swirling vortex of chaotic energy that destabilizes the spirit of any within it. This process usually takes about 3 human days. The Vortex is approximately a half of a square mile in size and has an egg like shape. Ariela can somewhat mimic this ability however it is significantly weaker:

***Note: Artemus cannot take his true form in the human world***

'false' form:[URL=http://www.zerochan.net/711957][IMG]http://s3.zerochan.net/Cheshire.Cat.%28Pandora.Hearts%29.240.711957.jpg[/IMG][/URL]

Vortex of Eternal Slumber: Ariela can create a circular vortex of darkness fifteen square meters in size around herself. She is always at the Vortex's center. Ariela can sense anything within the vortex in a way similar to sight. Those caught in the vortex are blinded and can easily lose their bearings. (Individuals with high spacial awareness can maintain their bearings with more ease.)

Kage Secondary Power: Artemus can create minions known as Shadow-lings that have the ability to take the form of any being they have observed. They retain one/one-hundredth of Artemus's power. He can create 100 at a single time. He can only manifest ten at one time when in the human world.

Deception: Ariela can create a single Shadow-ling. She can posses it by having her consciousness move into its body. Her own body is fully under Artemus's control during the time she is within the Shadow-ling. Shadow-ling's do not feel pain. Her Shadow-lings have strength equal to 9/10 of whoever it is they manifest as.

Kage Personality/Description: Artemus is one of the oldest Kage in existence. He thrives in chaos, destruction follows soon after his arrival to any world. He is extremely powerful, for he has the innate ability to tap into the voids power and use it as a source. When in the human world he cannot do this, so his strength is significantly lesser. He is still very powerful however, for he has consumed many Kage in his lifetime. Artemus has found himself growing bored in the recent years. The familiar chaos of the void is becoming dull and he seeks a new world to fuel is unending need for destruction. The human world serves as just the thing he needs and Ariela's destructive personality has atracted him to the young girl. Together they are a whirlwind of madness and destruction. A unnatural disaster.

Other: Because of Artemus's age and connection to the void some unique side effects inflict Ariela as she falls further under his influence. Firstly she will steadily age the more corrupted she becomes. She will peak at about 36 and will not age a day physically after that point. Secondly a dark armor that begins as ring with a glowing red crystal on it will form around her until she is wearing a full set. She will also gain a sword created from darkness itself.

Final form:[img=http://s27.postimg.org/ahbebmw6q/57265.jpg]
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[hider=Writing Sample]

[b]Darkness...[/b]

It was her world, her way of life. She lived with blindness for so long now that her memory of the splendors of sight were fading. She had lost all hope of salvation years ago. She was a husk, filled only with bitter hatred for any who approached her. Whether it was an offer of love, or the ruff leather of an abusers boot, she scorned it. Every single wrong that had ever been done to her she remembered. Every word of hate, every strike from another. She held it in her mind and let it brood, brood for the day she would finally strike back, the day she would laugh as the world burned.

A soft thump pulled her thoughts from the sea of hatred they had been adrift within. Her little hand reached out to feel what had fallen. 'Bread...' she thought to herself as she picked it up and brought it too her nose. She took a hurried bite, her teeth clamping down on something hard halfway through. Her tooth shattered and she tasted blood in her mouth. She dug through the loaf to try and determine what had caused this. After a few moments of searching her small hands produced five steel balls. She could not identify them as steel, but she knew they were not naturally occurring things in a loaf of bread. 

She searched the rest of the loaf, being more careful with her next bites. Each time she chewed she winced in pain, blood ran down her chin and she heard the feint cackle of the one she now identified as the culprit. She said nothing, did nothing, no she simply sat and listened; imprinting the sound of that cackle in her mind for future reference. 'One day...' she thought to herself with a rage that chilled the air, 'one day you will feel regret in the form of a bloody knife....'

She made this promise to herself and slowly continued to eat her bread.[/hider]