Post by Artemis Fowl on Apr 17, 2011 9:11:34 GMT -8
Fowl, Artemis
DISCLAIMER: This has nothing to do with the Artemis Fowl book series or the Artemis Fowl character by Eoin Colfer whatsoever. I just like the name.
Not to be mistaken with the above book character.
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 15
Son of Athena
Alliance: Undecided
DISCLAIMER: This has nothing to do with the Artemis Fowl book series or the Artemis Fowl character by Eoin Colfer whatsoever. I just like the name.
Not to be mistaken with the above book character.
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 15
Son of Athena
Alliance: Undecided
Appearance:
Eye(s): Grey, with a slight blue-ish tint.
Hair: Very dark brown, looks black in the dark.
Height: 5'8
Build Type: Slim
Brief Description:
He is pale, probably from shutting himself in his room with little natural light for several years. It doesn't bother him, in fact he finds it amusing when demigods can't guess his Olympian parent just by looking at his appearance. He has dark hair, that is cut to an 'acceptable' length, according to his adoptive father. He has a slightly messy fringe and hair that goes doen to the back of his neck, roughly. It is permanently unkept, despite what he may do to it. His grey eyes, dark hair and pale skin gives him a perculiar appearance, and easy to spot in a crowd.
Artemis acts like the easy going type, casual, the average teen.
What he's hiding, however, is another matter completely. He grew up in an orphanage, after the sudden death of his father and apparently, mother. He has no memories of being anywhere but the orphanage, until a year ago, when he was adopted by a banker from South-East England who introduced himself as Alexander Bailey.
One thing he has always hated more than anything else is being associated with that childish criminal mastermind idiot who tortures fairies as a pastime. While at the orphanage, Artemis felt somewhat sensitive about his name and does not accept criticism well. He has been known to ahh.. beat up kids who brought the subject up too much. It doesn't help that he suffers from severe ADHD and dyslexia, of course.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Adoptive father, Alexander Bailey
Other Family: Unknown
Pets: Dead lizard, kept in a box under his bed.
Brief History:
Artemis Fowl has never known where he came from, or why he ended up in London. He just kind of did. He's always been told that his parents died suddenly, under 'mysterious circumstances.'
He figures that either no one knows what happened, or they're too scared to tell him. He's pretty messed up, and it didin't help that literally everyone seemed to be against him while at the orphanage. Snide remarks, jokes, his few possessions going missing, the works. Mainly because he prefered to be alone most of the time, and screamed at anyone who made fun of his name. The worst was to come, however, when an up and coming new author visited his school. Artemis was unfortunate enough for this author to be Eoin Colfer, who wrote the 'Artemis Fowl' series. Every time Colfer mentioned the name 'Artemis,' a roar of laughter errupted from the class. Being the main character, this occurred a lot. So, he simply sat there, trying to ignore them, and the author who he had taken a great disliking to, with his head in his hands. Every time he looked up, Colfer was giving him a pitiful look that was so pathetic it would have angered anyone. He had it coming, really. Artemis abruptly rose from where he sat at the back if the room, after about the 50th mention of his name, and went to snatch the book from his hands and hit him round the head with it. He got close, as well, but some imbecile teacher held him back, forcing him to drop the book before he inflicted the first blow. Now, what happened next took Artemis and those around him completely by surprise, and he is still unable to explain exactly what happened. The book rose momentarily, of its own accord, just long enough to deliver a few firm, hard blows to the horrified author. At that point, Artemis was pretty much dragged from the room, much to the classes' surprise.
Not a good start to the second year at primary school, but still, he doesn't regret it. Yeah, he wasn't allowed on school trips or to meet any more visitors to the school, but it was a good excuse to stay away from the other kids as much as possible. Even though he was quickly expelled, he still had to put up with them at the orphanage. So the snide remarks continued, most of them about fairies or something along those lines, and a few of them waved a copy of the book in his face several times a day. He often responded well, beating a few of them to a pulp on bad days, and he shut himself in his room on good days. Artemis is no stranger to punishment, and is often labeled as a troublemaker, which is probably accurate, even by demigod standards.
The day he was introduced to Alexander Bailey, he was sullen and stubborn, refusing to talk very much, and if he did, he revealed very little about himself. Looking back at it, Artemis has no idea what this guy saw in him. He'd never had a visitor in the years that he lived there, no foster parents would have him, so he really didn't know what to think of Mr. Bailey. Besides, he had given him the classic treatment, act like the disturbed ADHD kid that everyone avoids. He'd driven everyone else away, but Bailey was determined to stay.
A few months later, he was leaving the orphanage where he had grown up for the first time, aged 14. He was one of the only ones left out of those who he had met as a toddler, and he was pretty glad to turn his back on the place.
Upon arrival at Mr. Bailey's home, he was pretty surprised. Artemis knew that he was fairly wealthy, being a banker and all, but his house looked more like a mini stately home than a 'cottage,' which was how he had chosen to describe it. There was a lake directly in front of the house, posh-looking gardens with fountains, statues and topiaries. To his delight, he noticed that he had two small tennis courts in the back garden.
After several months of Alexander being at work constantly, and sitting around at home with a private tutor, (He had been expelled from the nearest schools in the area, keeping a track record of leaving 1 school a month) Artemis was more than comfortable with this new high class lifestyle, though he was growing tired of it. He was almost glad to be attacked by this tutor, at least it was a change to the now boring daily routine. Though it wasn't pleasant when the tutor transformed into a snake-woman-thing (which he still doesn't know the correct term for) and decided that he should die. Yeah, that wasn't so good, but hey, you can't have everything. So there he was, scared to death and being mauled to pieces when the gardner decides to turn up. Well, he was the gardner from the waist up, though where his legs should have been, there was a giant mass of fur and hooves. This didn't seem to process at the moment, though, he was being ripped to shreads, so it was fair enough. The next thing he knew, he had been knocked out and by the time he woke, Artemis was lying in a bed in an unknown environment. He wouldn't usually mind this, but after what he had experienced over the past few days, he was completely freaked out. He didn't think, Alexander would be too thrilled about it either, when he returned from work.
So, Artemis was claimed by Athena during his second week at Camp, after humiliating himself during a chariot race, which didn't help too much fwith his popularity. In fact, it was apparently hillarious, according to everyone else. How ironic that a child of Athena was claimed after not only managing to fall from the chariot, but somehoe managing to drag the chariot itself down with him, while the horses continued to race down the track at top speed. A comical site, maybe, but if there's one thing that Artemis absolutely hates making a fool of himself. Since then, he's been determined to prove his racing skills to the rest of the Camp, somewhat unsuccessfully.
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Fighting Specialty: (one please)
Artemis is perfectly capable of using many weapons, including the bow, spear and knife, though he is most confident with a celestial bronze short sword. He is an exceptional swordsman, a natural talent of his.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities: Artemis has a photographic memory, the usual powers of a child of Athena, including exceptional tactical battle skills, is highly intelligent (with an IQ of 159, above average, but not too much) and shows a natural talent for sword fighting and building things. Despite his intellect, he has a tendency to act before he thinks.
He has great physical strength, and is able to things alone that some cannot do together.
Fatal Flaw:
Pride-He has a high opinion of his own importance, and has an unreasonable conceit of his own superiority in talents, wealth, rank etc.
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character. Minimum of two well-developed paragraphs **Big Three Only**:
Please give a brief background on your minor god**Minor Gods Only**:
Theme Song:
i got nothin - goin' nowhere
tired of under achieving
i keep searchin' - nothin's workin'
it's not enough just to be breathin'
i need somethin' to believe in
it's funny what goes on in your head
when you think about the way things come together
but now i think back why things had to change
the reasons seem so small
cruel twist of fate keepin' me awake
when i need to sleep to take away the hurtin'
but now i got time on my hands tryin' to understand
but there ain't no explainin'
it's doin' my brain in...
...
The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Minx
Age: 15
How long have you been role playing?: 2 years
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced):
2
How did you find us?:
Rpg site, this site was an affliate.
Role Playing Sample:
PLEASE NOTE: The following rp sample was taken from another site, and is not my current character.
Slashing through the undergrowth with Dyrnwyn, his sword, Dean noticed something flying in the distance. He adjusted his backpack so that it was slung over his shoulder, and attempted to manipulate the winds in a way that would allow him to reach the source of the noise faster. After going a few yards, and nearly falling more than a few times, he slammed into an invisible force, and crashed unceremoniously to the ground. Looking up, and feeling dazed from the use of his abilities, he realized that he had reached a very well known place of his past. "Zephyros Creek," he breathed, getting up. He realized that the source of the noise could be a threat to him. He held Dyrnwyn defensively, ready for an ambush, he was pretty sure that he wasn't supposed to be there.
At that moment, he looked down at his hands, noticing something rather odd, or, it would be considered odd by most. Saying that, he wasn’t exactly you’re average person. He noted that he was sparking again, radiating the power of his father, Lord of the Sky. Dean radiated authority, like Hades radiates fear and death, and Apollo light. Though he had seen Clash of the Titans a month before, and was convinced that that was enough to scare the pants off anybody, so he was careful not to compare himself with the all-powerful Gods. He had random thought like this, quite irrational, pointless thoughts. He figured that someone would be attacking him or something when he snapped out of it, these things happened a lot. Like his brain had just switched off, leaving gaps in his short term memory.
Sighing, he wandered down the perimeter of the border, in an attempt to find a flaw in it; he was desperate to get in. He hated to think what they would do if he returned empty handed. Dean looked through to the creek, glistening, and the trees, how they seemed to glow in the morning light. For a moment, he felt ashamed of himself for turning his back on the place and for leading an attack to destroy the natural beauty of the Camp.
He stopped in his tracks, thoughts going haywire. Dean could hear someone scrambling towards him, twigs snapping and leaves rustling as they went. ‘Careless idiot. Whoever they are, they’ve never heard of stealth,’ he thought. ‘Oh great. Again with the absent minded thoughts.’ At the rate he was going, he was going to get himself killed before he even put up a fight. He held his sword above his head and his spear poised, ready to strike. He was probably cornered, no way out, so he would probably die trying to protect himself. Well, at least he had come this far. That was an accomplishment for him anyway; he would usually fail in the first five minutes of the task being given to him.
At that moment, he looked down at his hands, noticing something rather odd, or, it would be considered odd by most. Saying that, he wasn’t exactly you’re average person. He noted that he was sparking again, radiating the power of his father, Lord of the Sky. Dean radiated authority, like Hades radiates fear and death, and Apollo light. Though he had seen Clash of the Titans a month before, and was convinced that that was enough to scare the pants off anybody, so he was careful not to compare himself with the all-powerful Gods. He had random thought like this, quite irrational, pointless thoughts. He figured that someone would be attacking him or something when he snapped out of it, these things happened a lot. Like his brain had just switched off, leaving gaps in his short term memory.
Sighing, he wandered down the perimeter of the border, in an attempt to find a flaw in it; he was desperate to get in. He hated to think what they would do if he returned empty handed. Dean looked through to the creek, glistening, and the trees, how they seemed to glow in the morning light. For a moment, he felt ashamed of himself for turning his back on the place and for leading an attack to destroy the natural beauty of the Camp.
He stopped in his tracks, thoughts going haywire. Dean could hear someone scrambling towards him, twigs snapping and leaves rustling as they went. ‘Careless idiot. Whoever they are, they’ve never heard of stealth,’ he thought. ‘Oh great. Again with the absent minded thoughts.’ At the rate he was going, he was going to get himself killed before he even put up a fight. He held his sword above his head and his spear poised, ready to strike. He was probably cornered, no way out, so he would probably die trying to protect himself. Well, at least he had come this far. That was an accomplishment for him anyway; he would usually fail in the first five minutes of the task being given to him.
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