Artemis Exor

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Artemis Exor​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Human - Female - 24-years-old[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Force-Sensitive[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Yes[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Faction Loyalties[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The One Sith - The Primeval[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Rank & Titles[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Acolyte - Slave[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Physical Appearance[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]167.64cm - 57.15kg[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Despite her small stature, Artemis is fit and agile with a surprisingly durable frame and high endurance capacity.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The tanned female has dark brown hair, green eyes, and typical features for any human.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Strengths & Weaknesses[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Dedicated: Artemis finishes what she starts; always. Even if it brings out the worst in her.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Duelist: Artemis excels in one-on-one combat, taking on her opponent with ferocity and determination.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Stubborn: She can’t admit when she’s wrong and will allow it to hurt her if she has to.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]A Sheep: Artemis is lost without a leader; always serving someone or something.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Biography[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]“Until you’re broken, you don’t know what you’re made of.”[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Birth -- it was like death. Artemis was not born of love, nor of necessity; she was an accident and despised for it ever since.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]She had a father who didn’t want her, a mother who couldn’t love her, and a world which rejected her every step.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Friends were hard, friends were rare.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Growing up, Artemis spent her early years playing by herself as an only child. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Without many toys she made do with whatever was in reach. Sticks, stones, fabric and junk became her toys.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]It was luck alone that she managed to learn any basic at all, picking up the language was difficult without a teacher.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]She learned that only through sheer will and dedication would she ever achieve anything in this harsh galaxy.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Yet it was never enough…[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]As a teenager her life did not turn around. By this point her parents had either died or abandoned her; she didn’t know.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]There was nothing for her to wonder about, she had to survive and through blood or slight she managed to get what she needed.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The day she discovered her force-sensitivity changed for the better, and then the worse.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]At first Artemis was able to use her gift for her own purposes, serving herself.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]But there came a time when she realized she had no purpose at all…[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Her world was raided, everyone slaughtered, and she felt no remorse. All the pieces of glass withered her heart away.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]She felt numb, not hurt; empty, not sad.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Invaders took her as a slave and sent her to Korriban.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Now she’ll have a purpose…[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]No--she must.[/SIZE]​

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

reserved.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

reserved.