Artemis Malcolm Jackson

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Personal Information

• Name: Artemis Malcolm Jackson
  
• Gender: Female
  
• Age: 19
  
  • Date of Birth: March 31st, 1995
    
  • Place of Birth: Fort Benning, Georgia, USA
    
    
• Ethnicity: Cherokee/Hispanic, Mixed
  
• Height: 6’0”
  
• Weight: 170 lbs.
  
• Eye Color: Black
  
• Hair Color: Black/dark-brown
  
  

Physical Appearance

-Tall, toned, a soldier’s body. Built. Fit.
-Brown skin, marred with scars.
-Long dark hair that stops at her shoulders, sometimes put into a pony tail.
-Dark piercing eyes, showing confidence and determination. Incredibly studious gaze.
-Posture of rebellion, stands ready to act.
-Takes after her mother more than her father in terms of looks.

Personality

Artemis can be summed up in three words: books, dogs, and hunting. Without books, she’d be nothing more than a miniature version of Apollo, and she would have never known the freedom of venting through her own writing. Without Makya, her dog, she would be as lonely as any person could ever be. Without hunting, she would be without a purpose, a goal, a guiding hand. The young woman has a drive as powerful as her guardian’s possessiveness. She’s hardened, hard-working, but ultimately rebellious. She resents Apollo for all that he has subjected her to; isolating her, treating her like a soldier since she could walk, and punishing her when she didn’t exceed his expectations. If it wasn’t for the literature he had seldom allowed her throughout her early years, she wouldn’t know a thing about the outside world or how civilian life even is. She’s inseparable from her hunting dog, having not a single other person besides Apollo to cling to, and it’s the only dependency she’s ever afforded to herself. She’s a bit of a loner due to how she was raised. Social interaction can be difficult for her and she is fairly blunt, which can put some people off. She is restless having to spend time inside a house, especially long periods of time. She ultimately prefers spending time outside, and would take sleeping in a tent over a bed most days. This freedom is dear to her and she is ready to do anything to keep it.

History

Artemis Malcolm Jackson was born on March 31st, 1995 in Fort Benning, Georgia, at the cost of her mother’s life due to complications during childbirth. She was raised by Apollo after her mother’s death.

She was home-schooled all of her life, and led one that was relatively normal until she became ten years old. Seeing as she was very active, enjoyed playing outside more than inside, and was getting curious about Apollo’s life, the man started training her. From then on, her life was a living hell of trials and tribulations.

Artemis was forced through obstacle courses when the trainees on base weren’t using them, she was taken somewhere deep into a forest and left to fend for herself, she was brought along on wild hunts, and even was forced into fighting her father one-on-one. When she would fail, he’d punish her in any way he could to ensure she’d never dare to fail again. He wanted a miniature version of himself, someone prepared for anything and everything, and didn’t waste time.

The mistake he made was giving her books to read, and soon that was all she would ask of him when he’d decide to give her a reward. It was slowly going from avoiding punishments to accomplishing her tasks for books. Through literature, she learned about the outside world, about people, society, culture, entertainment, dogs, and all the beauty it had to hold. She also learned the life she was going through was hardly one most do. She grew to resent her father more. Her free time was then spent on an old laptop he had given to her. All she ever used it for was to write.

Her last request she ever really made to her father was to get a hunting dog. When he complied and made sure he was properly trained, that was it. That was all she felt she ever needed in life, since everything else was being deprived from her, she’d take what she could get. Makya, a blue leopard Catahoula cur with a black coarse coat, tan markings, and white splotches of fur, was the best thing in her life. She got him when she was fifteen.

Two years later, she was a far cry from most people her age. Soldiers are usually trained from when they’re eighteen and on, some sixteen – Artemis was trained since she was ten. In a way, it would be Apollo’s eventual downfall. He had shaped someone to become far, far stronger than he ever could be. She was slowly realizing this, and rebelling against him, pushing against his punishments, and resisting everything he ever did to her.

It culminated in one final, explosive argument. That same night, Artemis took off after briefly packing the essentials, like a sleeping bag, food, water, map, her laptop, some money, and her dog’s carrier, among other things she could carry. Maybe a knife and the gun her father had bought for her, but shh, you shouldn’t travel state lines with firearms (permits usually don’t work outside of the state they were given, after all). Makya in tow, she took off as far as she could by bus before striking it out on foot, not really knowing where to go.

Through the use of wi-fi, she was able to have her own little safe haven on the internet, and that’s where she first spoke to Roseus months later. As they grew close during Artemis’ travels, it was soon decided that she should meet with her, and possibly stay with her at her uncle’s place. The aimless trek across the United States soon turned toward California. Unknown to Artemis, Apollo was after her.

Example Post

“Forty-six. Forty-seven.” A grunt echoed down from the tree, and with it came a rustle of leaves. A soft curse, a branch creaking, the movement caught the attention of the dog sniffing at the huge roots at the bottom. His small frame was overshadowed by what was above him.

“Forty-eight… forty-nine, oh, come on,” came the familiar voice, making him peer up at the shadow framed by the light filtering through the canopy above him. “Fifty.” His tail wagged in excitement as he spotted familiar eyes peeking down at him. He barked.

“Makya, do not stand there.”

The command, though, was not familiar, and he grew bored looking up. He turned back to the weird roots of the tree. It earned him a frustrated huff.

“Focus!” That made him straighten up and look right at the person hanging above him, ready for the next command. “Water bottle: bring it.” With an excited bound, he ran from spot he was at and sped across the small stream that separated the tree from the campsite. It was easy for him to tug the bottle from the strap on his owner’s bag, careful with his teeth so it wouldn’t puncture the plastic like he had done a few times before, and he brought it back in no time.

He was excited to see his owner on the ground, panting as much as he was once he dropped the bottle on her face. She sighed and petted him. This was another nice day.

For Makya, at least. Artemis, on the other hand, was frustrated. She was slacking in exercising due to fatigue. The average person would forgive themselves due to the exhaustion but not this woman. She could only blame herself for being tired. She should have prepared better for this, kept everything in mind while hiking through the woods at the distances she had been going, or hell, she should just be stronger so this wouldn’t happen.

Chugging the water turned into pouring it onto her face. She hoped it would somehow find a way to be absorbed into her skin and converted into pure energy. Even if it was foolhardy, she sat up, determined to keep going. “Focus: drink,” she suddenly ordered, tipping the bottle so the water would trickle out. Makya lapped it up. If she was hydrating, he should be hydrating too. Doing things together like that made her happy. Maybe that would be the strength she needed.

She didn’t lie on the ground for long. She was soon once again up in the tree, counting all the behind-the-neck pull-ups she made every time her neck touched the branch. She needed to keep exercising to keep herself at the top of her game. She had to push herself more than Apollo ever did.

Walking across the country meant being at her best. Fairing for herself was a completely different life than relying on Apollo. She wouldn’t let herself slack. If not for her improvement, then it was for Makya. The future was uncertain as hell and she was mostly worried about him than her. He deserved a nice life. To prove to herself better than her father, she would become stronger than him while still being able to take care of her best friend.

That was all on Artemis’ mind after she finished those grueling exercises. “Makya, bring water.”

That was all on her mind while she was spear-fishing with a sharpened stick, catching the only food they would have for the next few days. “Makya, eat up.” Makya didn’t complain. That was all she could ask for, at the end of the day.

That was all on her mind when she went to sleep on her side with him snuggled up against her stomach. “Good boy…”

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