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Artemis Arian




Character Summary

Name:  Artemis Arian
Aliases:  Wandering robber 
Titles:  Lady of Salaam
Age: 32
Place of Origin: Lost state of Mikhail
Gender:  Cis

Physical Attributes

Build: Muscular and thin
Eyes:Yellow to green eyes
Hair: Long, Messy black hair
Skin Tone:Light Olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Burns  across the left side of her face and other parts of her body. Multiple tattoo symbols of gangs and mercenary groups scattered across her arms, legs, back and neck. Scars of past sword fights show around her stomach area and arms.
Day To Day Attire: Worn out clothing under her armour, covered by a more brand new cloak 
Strengths: Strength in legs, street smarts
Weaknesses: Illiterate, Hand to Hand

Psychological Attributes

Vexing* Keen * Suspicious * Cunning


Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Bisexual
Personality:
To those she meets, people are caught off guard by her approach. She always takes interest in others lives but never seems to give way to her own. Many times, she picks on others past wounds and watches the reactions as if it were a game. Though she her speech is rough, she tries to chose her words carefully not to show any signs of her true self. Merely, her tricks and teasings are a wall between her and another person.

There is a sense of worry in her, for those she feels empathetic and share some sort of bond as well. She is more sensual on a 1 on 1 basis with others when she offers the time. There is also a sense of impatience with her as well, as she had lived a fast paced life. She's frank in objectives, as to say.

Habits: Raises her chin when talking to someone as if below her,  picks at her nails
Hobbies:  Tree climbing, bird watching, draing in sand
Fears:  Her past catcing up to her and losing others that hold significance to her
Likes:  Apples, Birds, having food, horses, learning something, and teasing others
Dislikes:  Eating meat, talking about herself, those who resemble her, dull knives, overly planning, and being questioned

Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered.


Pickpocketing(Master): Has done trained since childhood, a now last resort to things
Tracking (Expert): Trained her nose and eyes in missions as she grew older
Horseback Riding(Journey man): Constantly traveling to escape from states or or kingdoms that want her dead
 Swordmanship (Expert): Trained with many mercenaries and gangs to weild weapons such as a sword
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Talents & Powers

A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.

Dual Weilding: Though originally a lefty, she trained her right hand from a young age in case of an emergency. Carries two swords, light and heavy
 Phermone Manipulation: As she matured, others suggested for her to seduce targets. She took notice of her ability after having her plans proven mostly successful.
Poison Immunity: A common resort to her killings, became immune after testing small bits on herself with a doctor on standby
Talent/Power/Item: Description & Origin


History

Parents: Unknown to her, Dead
Siblings: “Brother” she re encountered later in life

Childhood:
Born and orphaned in the slums of Mickhail living off of pickpocketing and stealing. She was taken care by a gang in which found her after being dumped by her mother near their hideout. Due to her quickly developed skill of pickpocketing, she became the more notable figures of the growing gang, often victims of her dealings caught off guard of her young stature.

As the new state of Nazari began to grow in population, they began to ravage neighboring towns, oftenly destroying them to make room for themselves. As they reached Mikhail, they burned down the outer slums before attacking the civilians. Fleeing samaritans rescued Artemis from being trapped under a cluster of burning wood and treated her wounds. Once they arrived at Amad, one of the known kingdoms, she would find other ways to make a living.
Adulthood:

Living the criminal life, she was offered fortunes and ‘gifts’ for her work. Being rich didn’t interest her after her long life of struggling to earn. Feeling empathy for those in the slums, she gave most of her money away for them to live in comfort.

Ending up in another prison, she fell in love with a “Knight” from the kingdom of Morcos. Though the two kept their identities from each other, they shared mutual feelings and kept in touch after her quick escape. They adored one another and would wed after she would return back to him after meeting with her ‘brother’ from Mikhail. For this part of her life, she acknowledged happiness she felt at the time.

As the state of Mikhail began to collapse to Nazari, Morcos offered three of their troops in which one her husband served in. The result was a disaster, Nazari found out their plans of attacking and had them surrounded before killing most of the troops. Artemis had found her husband’s body as the other spouse's searched and burned their bodies to ‘release the dead’. Grieving had never ended for Artemis, she never speaks much of her beloved but does find herself thinking of him on a daily basis. 

After gaining money from his death, she took over a piece of land and offered it as refuge for the forced out civilians of the lost state. It would be named as Salaam, in which the title of ‘Lady of Salaam’ would be given to her.

Special Moments: Her marraige, giving land to the refugees, 
Current Events: Artemis has escaped another prison for the crimes of her past stealing

Kassis

Climate: Dry during summer and spring, the rest is overly humid with some cases of typhoons
Ruling(s): Nazari, Amari, Koury, Basara, and Rahal are the five living states. States are usually run by an oligarchy, others by a dictatorship. Safar, Morcos, and Amad are the three great kingdoms. The Kingdoms run by Monarchy with the royal families allied altogether. With enough power, a state can switch over and become a kingdom. 
History:  The first people split into their clans and grew to towns, to villages, and finally kingdoms. With the people’s clashing views of how government should work, the three kingdoms forced out whoever overly disagreed with them to make governments for themselves.
Notes:Others have talked openly about fairies or spirits within the kingdom, though people who do meet with them can never prove their encounters

Relations

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *


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Extras (Optional)

Character Quote:  “ Not much to know about me, I’d rather not know myself.”
Theme Song:Camille Saint Saens Cello Concerto No 1 
Aura Color: GRey as in smoke
Scent:  aPpLeS
Anything Else:N/A

Alejandra Jones

“Very well,” she replied to the decision. “Now to the Sparks… ”

There was a slight relief that came over her as the target was chosen, then after left confused on to why she felt that.  Am I… anxious? Missions were truly a thrill to execute and targets weren’t too much to handle. But, had the hunt finally got to her? What was so different from this case from the other cases? She massaged her temple and sighed, thinking too much doesn’t help anyway.

Lifting her head, Alejandra couldn’t help but listen to the grumbling of her partner latina, Raissa. Training the ear did have its benefits as a skill, though she would hate being accused of being nosy or intrusive. She chuckled at the odd rambling, seeing how quite well their personalities contrasted but didn’t seem to clash when in conversation. At least she served as a good distraction. 

Alejandra looked back to the large monitor in curiosity on to which vehicle they would drive. The choice was admirable, its appearance seeming to be polished to a shine with great care. “Es una pena,” she sighed. She hoped the owner would be able to find it… in one piece. Sure, she could trust Randy with the wheel better than the others, but what more of this ghost’s driving? She was set on getting the job done quickly. 

Though the many worries of the task at hand, she was still intrigued the old vehicle. Never once had she seen such an antique in her lifetime, she being the newest of the eight. The most she had seen of a vehicle were her homeland’s artillery trucks that would constantly raid and kill the indigenous and peasants on a common basis. On foot, Alejandra had crossed the Mexican border with her family,  never then owning a car until she and her siblings earned enough money to afford one. Due to her then inexperience, she’d hire others to drive for her in fear she’d hurt herself. 

"One of these days..." she murmured in dissatisfaction.

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