Post by ARTEMISIA on Oct 27, 2014 2:27:48 GMT
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▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
▶ artemisia, bourne.
▶ NAME:
artemisia
▶ AGE:
twenty-three
▶ GENDER:
female
▶ HOMETOWN:
KANTO, fuchsia city.
▶ AFFILIATION:
bourne
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
infiltrator&spy;just because she’s no longer affiliated with the clan operating in fuchsia city doesn’t mean she’ll let the skills she acquired go to waste. a ninja’s greatest advantage is information and obtaining it is laughably easy when you’re pretty.
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
✓ lionhearted
✓ sociable
✓ pro-active
✓ intuitive
✓ sprightly
✓ persuasive
✗ facetious
✗ deceitful
✗ prideful
✗ cantankerous
✗ patronizing
✗ vindictive
✓ sociable
✓ pro-active
✓ intuitive
✓ sprightly
✓ persuasive
✗ facetious
✗ deceitful
✗ prideful
✗ cantankerous
✗ patronizing
✗ vindictive
▶ HISTORY:
There’s nothing that is more painful – nothing that cuts a heart out quite as swiftly, more efficiently – than being the background character to your own story. One would think it is impossible to live your live in third person but I assure you it’s quite heartbreakingly easy to shuffle oneself into a corner, a bystander, a bit character whose usefulness occurs in spurts rather than continuously. It’s unfair, it’s unjust, but many times that’s just what tradition is.
Much of the girl’s early childhood is a mystery. Artemisia was found abandoned in the woodland surrounding the shinobi compound belonging to Koga and his clan. The child could not have been more than four or five years old at the time and it was obvious that she hadn’t been discarded in the hopes that death might find her first. Artemisia had come with a few changes of clothes, snacks – which were nothing but wrappers when she was discovered – and a few other personal effects all stuffed into a backpack sporting nothing but her first name.
Police were notified accordingly – Koga had not wanted to involve the authorities originally but had been persuaded to do so – but they came up empty. There was nothing to identify who had left her on the mountain and even the best trackers could not pin down anything remotely resembling a guardian. It was decided that Artemisia would go to an orphanage but in a surprise move from one of the branch members, who had been serving under Koga’s clan/family, volunteered to adopt her.
A lot of this was forgotten by Artemisia herself and she grew to believe that she had always lived on this forested mountain with its shinobi and its never-ending secrets. But one could not say she was in a position to enjoy it really. Her adoptive family was in service to Koga’s, a tradition far older than any of those living within the compound that doubled as a gym, and Artemisia was expected to follow the same edicts as they did. Every morning she from the day she was eight she would be woken up as the first rays of sun peaked over the treetops and sent to complete chores.
Koga’s Clan, if nothing else, was dedicated to the theme of their culture. Their lifestyle was as rustic as could be with no running water nor electricity – at least none that could be used frivolously. Water had to be drawn from a well outside, usually by her, and carried in pails to wherever it was needed. Artemisia was charged with much of the grunt work be it sweeping the courtyard, gathering leaves (and boy let me tell you there were always leaves), feeding the animals, ect. She would labor well into the morning and only after the other members of the household had been served breakfast could she feed herself. They weren’t scraps or anything, it wasn’t that bad, but she always felt a little envious of the main family and the ‘luxuries’ they were allowed.
When she turned twelve she was introduced to Koga’s daughter Janine, a rambunctious girl a few years older than herself. It was intended that, since there were no other children in the compound, that she and Janine become friends but the better word for Artemisia’s role was companion. In the privacy of her mind she could only equate her new duty as Janine’s ‘companion’ as a role a dog would play. She would follow Janine about and attempt to keep the mischievous girl from trouble – more often than not getting dragged into whatever scheme she had. Artemisia disliked her, a sentiment that would only grow stronger the longer she was forced to endure her company.
Things were bearable at first. Janine wasn’t truthfully a bad girl. She was entertaining and funny, they shared a few interests and she even vouched for Artemisia’s participation in her shinobi lessons under the pretense of building a stronger bond. It worked. Kind of. Attention was almost always centered on Koga’s daughter. As heiress this was to be expected but for a child this blatant favoritism was grating and even more so when she did not show similar investment. Once or twice when she refused to play into Janine’s plots and the girl went off on her own and got herself hurt, she would be scolded by her mother for letting the little ninja princess out of her site. It was infuriating and as hard as she tried Artemisia could not swallow her pride let alone her jealousy.
One day, following another of Janine’s hair-brained schemes, the two girls had worked their way down to Fuchsia City. It was not the first time that Artemisia had been there but all the instances where she’d visited the bustling city had been in the company of a family member and she hadn’t been given the chance to wander and explore as she wanted. Now a teen, the city was magical. All the lights, the fancy gadgets the cute clothing, the everything! She couldn’t believe she had missed out on so much and all for what? Serving tea in a kimono to a bratty teenager who could do no wrong? Artemisia could barely contain herself – Janine certainly wasn’t with how she bounced between stores – but she kept her cool as she had been taught. At least, until she saw a necklace. She had no idea what it was made of or even if the stones were real but she couldn’t take her eyes off it for anything. A charizard could be rampaging behind her and she’d have still had her eyes on that necklace.
She stole it. It was so easy to do that she even stole three other little bracelets before she left to find her charge and dragged her back to the compound. They fabricated a quick story to explain their absence and nobody was the wiser. That evening when they parted ways and she fawned over her new items and hid them under the floorboards beneath her rug for safekeeping. She had no idea when she might ever have the chance to wear them but they were hers now and that was enough.
Unfortunately when you live in a place full of decently trained ninja, hiding things is a trial. Her mother, while no ninja, was extremely perceptive and when doing her regular pickup of Artemisia’s room, noticed the disturbance of the boards beneath her feet and discovered her daughter’s stash. The confrontation had not been pretty. Caught in the act Artemisia lied. Denying that she had taken them and blaming Janine. Naturally Janine had no idea of the theft and was acquitted, Artemisia punished for her actions and it only strengthened her growing hatred for this place.
When Koga left to be in the Elite four, leaving Janine to run the gym, Artemisia was tasked with being a bodyguard of sorts. Just one of the many trainers who barred the way to the gym leader she faced plenty of trainers on her own but her resentment never died. Janine lost more battles than she won, giving badge after badge to trainers who were hardly deserving of it. How could they allow such a frivolous girl to head a gym! Her ire was fanned by the gleeful faces all around her as trainers she could have beaten down left with a sign of victory. She complained to Janine that she was being too easy but either the girl didn’t care or she was firmly set in her ways that her method of training was better.
Artemisia lasted only a year and a half under the pressure of her venom before she snapped. She would burn the gym. Trainers couldn’t get a badge if there was no gym to challenge right? And if Janine’s incompetence was blamed it would be even sweeter. She’d make a far better gym leader anyway. But for all her stealth and all her craftinesss, Artemisia was no match for a platoon of vigilant shinobi. In her anger she had forgotten this and had rashly forged her plan, forgetting key details and was caught attempting to set fire to one of the trick rooms. If not for her keen survival skills she would have been apprehended and, possibly, thrown in jail for arson, but she was nothing if not clever and escaped capture. It did nothing to douse her frustration however.
Years passed and she traveled, hating herself, blaming Janine for her hate. It was a vicious circle with no end. An outlet was perceived when the war began and with the prospect of eliminating Fuchsia City Gym once again dangled in front of her, she took it.
She would reduce it to ashes if it killed her.
TL;DR. orphan wants to burn a gym because waah why can't it be about me.
Much of the girl’s early childhood is a mystery. Artemisia was found abandoned in the woodland surrounding the shinobi compound belonging to Koga and his clan. The child could not have been more than four or five years old at the time and it was obvious that she hadn’t been discarded in the hopes that death might find her first. Artemisia had come with a few changes of clothes, snacks – which were nothing but wrappers when she was discovered – and a few other personal effects all stuffed into a backpack sporting nothing but her first name.
Police were notified accordingly – Koga had not wanted to involve the authorities originally but had been persuaded to do so – but they came up empty. There was nothing to identify who had left her on the mountain and even the best trackers could not pin down anything remotely resembling a guardian. It was decided that Artemisia would go to an orphanage but in a surprise move from one of the branch members, who had been serving under Koga’s clan/family, volunteered to adopt her.
A lot of this was forgotten by Artemisia herself and she grew to believe that she had always lived on this forested mountain with its shinobi and its never-ending secrets. But one could not say she was in a position to enjoy it really. Her adoptive family was in service to Koga’s, a tradition far older than any of those living within the compound that doubled as a gym, and Artemisia was expected to follow the same edicts as they did. Every morning she from the day she was eight she would be woken up as the first rays of sun peaked over the treetops and sent to complete chores.
Koga’s Clan, if nothing else, was dedicated to the theme of their culture. Their lifestyle was as rustic as could be with no running water nor electricity – at least none that could be used frivolously. Water had to be drawn from a well outside, usually by her, and carried in pails to wherever it was needed. Artemisia was charged with much of the grunt work be it sweeping the courtyard, gathering leaves (and boy let me tell you there were always leaves), feeding the animals, ect. She would labor well into the morning and only after the other members of the household had been served breakfast could she feed herself. They weren’t scraps or anything, it wasn’t that bad, but she always felt a little envious of the main family and the ‘luxuries’ they were allowed.
When she turned twelve she was introduced to Koga’s daughter Janine, a rambunctious girl a few years older than herself. It was intended that, since there were no other children in the compound, that she and Janine become friends but the better word for Artemisia’s role was companion. In the privacy of her mind she could only equate her new duty as Janine’s ‘companion’ as a role a dog would play. She would follow Janine about and attempt to keep the mischievous girl from trouble – more often than not getting dragged into whatever scheme she had. Artemisia disliked her, a sentiment that would only grow stronger the longer she was forced to endure her company.
Things were bearable at first. Janine wasn’t truthfully a bad girl. She was entertaining and funny, they shared a few interests and she even vouched for Artemisia’s participation in her shinobi lessons under the pretense of building a stronger bond. It worked. Kind of. Attention was almost always centered on Koga’s daughter. As heiress this was to be expected but for a child this blatant favoritism was grating and even more so when she did not show similar investment. Once or twice when she refused to play into Janine’s plots and the girl went off on her own and got herself hurt, she would be scolded by her mother for letting the little ninja princess out of her site. It was infuriating and as hard as she tried Artemisia could not swallow her pride let alone her jealousy.
One day, following another of Janine’s hair-brained schemes, the two girls had worked their way down to Fuchsia City. It was not the first time that Artemisia had been there but all the instances where she’d visited the bustling city had been in the company of a family member and she hadn’t been given the chance to wander and explore as she wanted. Now a teen, the city was magical. All the lights, the fancy gadgets the cute clothing, the everything! She couldn’t believe she had missed out on so much and all for what? Serving tea in a kimono to a bratty teenager who could do no wrong? Artemisia could barely contain herself – Janine certainly wasn’t with how she bounced between stores – but she kept her cool as she had been taught. At least, until she saw a necklace. She had no idea what it was made of or even if the stones were real but she couldn’t take her eyes off it for anything. A charizard could be rampaging behind her and she’d have still had her eyes on that necklace.
She stole it. It was so easy to do that she even stole three other little bracelets before she left to find her charge and dragged her back to the compound. They fabricated a quick story to explain their absence and nobody was the wiser. That evening when they parted ways and she fawned over her new items and hid them under the floorboards beneath her rug for safekeeping. She had no idea when she might ever have the chance to wear them but they were hers now and that was enough.
Unfortunately when you live in a place full of decently trained ninja, hiding things is a trial. Her mother, while no ninja, was extremely perceptive and when doing her regular pickup of Artemisia’s room, noticed the disturbance of the boards beneath her feet and discovered her daughter’s stash. The confrontation had not been pretty. Caught in the act Artemisia lied. Denying that she had taken them and blaming Janine. Naturally Janine had no idea of the theft and was acquitted, Artemisia punished for her actions and it only strengthened her growing hatred for this place.
When Koga left to be in the Elite four, leaving Janine to run the gym, Artemisia was tasked with being a bodyguard of sorts. Just one of the many trainers who barred the way to the gym leader she faced plenty of trainers on her own but her resentment never died. Janine lost more battles than she won, giving badge after badge to trainers who were hardly deserving of it. How could they allow such a frivolous girl to head a gym! Her ire was fanned by the gleeful faces all around her as trainers she could have beaten down left with a sign of victory. She complained to Janine that she was being too easy but either the girl didn’t care or she was firmly set in her ways that her method of training was better.
Artemisia lasted only a year and a half under the pressure of her venom before she snapped. She would burn the gym. Trainers couldn’t get a badge if there was no gym to challenge right? And if Janine’s incompetence was blamed it would be even sweeter. She’d make a far better gym leader anyway. But for all her stealth and all her craftinesss, Artemisia was no match for a platoon of vigilant shinobi. In her anger she had forgotten this and had rashly forged her plan, forgetting key details and was caught attempting to set fire to one of the trick rooms. If not for her keen survival skills she would have been apprehended and, possibly, thrown in jail for arson, but she was nothing if not clever and escaped capture. It did nothing to douse her frustration however.
Years passed and she traveled, hating herself, blaming Janine for her hate. It was a vicious circle with no end. An outlet was perceived when the war began and with the prospect of eliminating Fuchsia City Gym once again dangled in front of her, she took it.
She would reduce it to ashes if it killed her.
TL;DR. orphan wants to burn a gym because waah why can't it be about me.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
characters are allowed eight pokemon - six in their team, two in the pc - with four moves, one of which may be a tm/hm/tutor/egg move. three of the eight pokemon may be rares.
 arioch .♀. insomnia.
|  yama .♂. effect spore.
|
 undine .♂. pressure.
|  slyph .♂. color change.
|
 kikuri .♀. flame body.
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▶ WRITER INFORMATION.
▶ PLAYER:
north
▶ EXPERIENCE:
two years
▶ CHARACTERS:
elijah noble
▶ FACE CLAIM:
ELSA from FROZEN
NETTE OF IS
