Post by Artemis Ellis on Apr 2, 2008 20:51:10 GMT -6
[/b][/size]Valkyrie Academy
About The Roleplayer:
Name: Clare
Age: 13
Gender: female
Years Roleplaying: 1
Some Basic Interests: moozic, chocolate, clarinet. Writing is the main obsession, however.
About The Character
Name: Artemis Evelyn Ellis
nickname Missy
Age: 16
Gender: female
School Year: junior
Art Interest (why you’re here): film&/writing
Originated From: NYC
Parents:
Rawley Ellis//father//40
Joyce Ellis//mother//37
Siblings:
Athena Ellis//sister//deceased
Apollo Ellis//brother//deceased
Portrayed By: Sarah Roemer
Picture:
Appearance:
Hair
Ah, hair. A wonderful enticing machine that Artemis thanks her lucky stars for every day. She posesses some a shade of beige-y blond, with brunette-like roots. It's probably her best feature, in fact, it could be classified as 'fairy tale' hair. It is quite thick, so much that it sometimes causes difficulty when she attempts to pull it into a ponytail. When she was younger, it was formed into tight ringlets you wouldn't believe, but they all faded completely as she grew older. It seems to be under her complete control, like she somehow manipulates it to float or swish whenever she feels it necessary.
Eyes
Artemis inherited her eyes from her mother, and they are abnormally large, however they don't usually appear buggy because she has a tendancy to squint. This tendancy drives her crazy. To avoid feeling embarrassed, she's almost never seen out of doors on bright days without sunglasses. Her actual irises are a deep gray-blue color, the color the ocean might have on its angry days. Artemis is painfully nearsighted- twenty fifty in each eye- and wears contacts as she's convinced her glasses are stupid inventions that lower everyone's attractiveness.
Body
It sure ain't what it used to be. Artemis stands 5 feet, 8 inches off the ground, her long, almost gangly legs making up most of it. If you were to look at a picture of Artemis taken today and one taken three years ago, you'd most likely not be able to tell they were the same person, unless you posessed pyschic abilities and/or the extremely acute ability to observe. Three years ago, Artemis was obese, vertically challenged, and addicted to doughnuts. She was the subject of constant ridicule and labeled 'loser' quite quickly. However, the summer before she turned fourteen, a slumbering metabolism awoke or something and suddenly Missy Ellis wasn't so fat any more. Around that time, she also started to grow like, fast. Her body now meets today's standard of beautiful; an hourglass waist, curves where they're supposed to be, magic hair, and long legs.
Personality:
When you think 'Artemis Ellis,' there are several words that come to mind....
outgoing
Extrovert. People person. Socialiser. Whatever you call it, Artemis loves being around people. This is most likely because she hates boredom and since she pretty much knows the basics of who she is and has for a while, she is bored with it. She loves meeting people and isn't the least bit shy. And the feel of having numerous friends is still fresh to her. Artemis doesn't understand shyness or timidness. Her philosophy in situations in which shyness might arise is, 'Everyone's just people. Why the hell should I care?'
outspoken
Artemis says what she thinks and thinks what she says. She can't see any reason not to. Isn't everybody preaching about the virtues of truth? Because of her bluntness, she's been labeled bitchy and stupid by the victims of her opinions. However, she's not. She's actually averagely cordial. It's possible to not be a bitch and still think that someone's outfit makes them look like a tramp. It helps that Artemis only really values the opinions of several people.
impulsive
There may be a part of the brain that says 'shut it right now or you'll be sorry' or 'hey!! Look!' as you're leaping. If so, that part of Artemis's brain severly damaged. It's very easy for her to get caught up in the moment and not give a thought to what'll happen afterwards. She's happy go lucky and can't stand people who are so prudish and worried about the negative consequences of uber exciting stuff that they don't ever have any fun. However, this quality ofen causes her to do things she'll regret a lot out of spite. It seems like Missy has an ability/disability (take your pick) to only visualize the positive outcomes of anything and everything and therefore plunges headfirst into precarious situations.
optimistic
Artemis has a habit of only seeing good. She has a subconcious belief that if she believes something is the truth, the truth'll become more like that something. If she were standing in the middle of the Sahara with no means of communication and was conked out by some old nomad dude and a metal pipe and then kidnapped to some sacrificial alter and the nomad dude began sharpening his knives, Artemis would hold out a tiny belief that maybe someone had witnessed the crime and went for help. She simply likes being happy more than anything else and if she has to trick her mind to achieve it, so be it. It may also be because Missy doesn't want to believe the world has gone completely down the crapper. So, technically, she's naive.
loyal
Relationships with Artemis are alwasy love/hate. If she hates you, watch it, but if she likes you, she'd do anything for you. The whole backstabbing concept annoys her to no end. She hates the 'sneaky fighting' stuff girls today seem to be doing a lot of.
vengeful
Envoke the wrath of Artemis Ellis and you'll be sorry. Due to the fact she was once amazingly unliked and the butt of countless pranks and insults, Artemis tends to immediately assume that even small, teasing remarks run deeper than what was said, and that maybe its 'go jump in a lake, you fat ho' in disguise. It's an old insecurity habit hanging onto her, that damn negative voice always snarling at those with little to no self esteem.
creative
Artemis seems to have a switch in her brain set to 'outside the box.' She's naturally looking at all aspects except the ordinary, because ordinary is something that's been explained and observed time and time again. Artemis likes to create things--be they thoughts or projects-- that've never been done before and'll be hard to do again. She also as a child needed something, anything, that made her different, that made her noticeable. It's an old habit for her to feel the need to be original.
Likes:
[+]partaaays
[+]champagne
[+]rain
[+]being happy
[+]having fun
[+]Jane Austen books
[+]rocking out
[+]laughing
[+]musty smell
[+]movies
[+]video cameras
Dislikes:
[-]disloyalty
[-]copycats
[-]pessimists
[-]idiots
[-]black coffee
[-]hang overs
[-]nose blowing
[-]the coffee-thingamabobs they serve at Starbucks with unpronouncable names
[-]kiwi
[-]popsicle sticks
Flaws:
-Artemis can fall back on her old insecure habit and assume that no one has perfectly clear motives. She's suspicious of the world and that makes her bitchy at times.
-Missy has a mouth that works twice as fast as her brain. It doesn't always occur to her that what she thinks might be hurtful to someone and even then it doesn't always bother her. She disregards nearly everyone's opinion a bit more than she should.
-She can easily buckle under peer pressure.
Secrets:
-No one but herself and Joyce Ellis ever found of that Missy's uterus was temporarily home to a developing human being.
-On occaison Artemis reads Danielle Steel books. Gasp.
-She's terrified of most amphibians.
History:
No doubt Rawley and Joyce Ellis started out with good intentions. In fact, they probably could've paved half the road to hell. They started out their life together just as they had planned; living in a small apartment in east NYC with the jobs they loved. Then came a positive pregnancy test and 9 months later Athena and Apollo Ellis came into the world, both named after divine beings from Greek mythology for good luck, as Joyce had been going through a phase. The Ellis family was the kind you saw in commercials, happy and well off. Thetwins grew up and learned to walk and talk at early ages, both proving themselves abnormally bright. And Rawley decided, what the hell, he was taking a chance and starting his own publishing business. It expanded amazingly quickly and before you knew it, the Ellis family was pretty rich. Joyce and Rawley were completely happy. They were rolling in the cash and raising gifted offspring. They were experiencing something rarely found in family life; peace with the world. Maybe everything would've been fine if Joyce hadn't put off refilling her birth control pills for about a week after she ran out. But that didn't happen. Athena and Apollo were both six, and Joyce was pregnant again.
Artemis Evelyn Ellis was born after thirty-seven hours of labor. Her parents, though they probably loved her, saw her more as a bundle of interference, an intruder on their perfect life. Artemis always felt that their way of getting back at her was to saddle her with that horrible name. She did not share her siblings' intelligence. Artemis was a very average child. She grew up second string to her perfect brother and sister, an afterthought. To top it off, she had the embarrassment of a math tutor to help her with her deficiency in the subject, while Athena was taking extra math classes at the university. The age difference did not seem to factor in as an important aspect to Artemis.
At age twelve, Artemis only really had two real friends. One moved away several months after Missy's birthday, and one she gradually grew apart from, going from BFF to that girl-I-sometimes-like-to-talk-to. It was then that she suddenly packed on about forty pounds and became the subject of taunts and rumors, the girl everybody was glad they weren't, even if her parents were loaded. Years twelve and thirteen were probably the most miserable ones of her life. While many kids describe living in the shadow of their siblings, Artemis was virtually suffocating in the shadow of Athena and Apollo. They were straight A students, not one detention, not one tardy. They were both thin and beautiful and popular and both had huge chances of scholarships. Meanwhile, Artemis was the tub o' flub with the freakwad name and no friends and a below average academic performance. The spotlight of Joyce and Rawley's love shone slightly brighter on the twins than on Artemis.
In the summer before ninth grade, Artemis was dreading high school with a fiery passion. But, something happened. She grew tired of doughnuts and sweets and for some reason, all the flub she had accumulated was disappearing. Encouraged by this, she started getting more exercise and when Missy Ellis came back in the fall for high school, almost no one recognized her. Beneath the fat was something society could define as pretty. She started gaining things she hadn't had in two years. Friends. Most adults would say that if they couldn't be friends with her before, they weren't worth it, but unfortunately even good people can be pretty damn stupid. Feeling a little surprised that people were liking her again, Artemis started basking in the social life she had always wanted. She became a parT grl. It was also around this time that she became interested in film. She had recieved a video camera for her birthday and loved it. Artemis was soon making mini movies and uploading them onto youtube and her computer, taking up tons of space.
In December of that year, Apollo and Athena were driving back from Yale together to spend Christmas with their parents and sister. Unfortunately, some of the back roads they were travelling on to avoid the highway were extremely slippery. Athena was driving and rummaging in her purse for her cell phone to send an update call to her mother. She didn't notice the other car until it had smashed through the driver's side door. Athena and Apollo died within minutes of each other, as did the driver of the other car. No one discovered the wreck until the next morning. Ah ha. The Ellis twins had been human. Suddenly their shadow disappeared and Artemis was left in the full glare of the sun, an interesting sensation. Of course she had loved her brother and sister but she couldn't bring herself to be devastated at their deaths. They had unintentionally caused her so much pain. Even though she hated herself for even thinking it, to Artemis it seemed that this settled the score. At the deaths of their perfect children, Joyce and Rawley were torn apart. It caused a rupture in them that nothing could ever heal. Rawley started drinking and Joyce started slipping out of the house at odd hours of the night. Artemis began to fall asleep to the sounds of her parents' screams.
Year fifteen rolled around and Artemis finally started realizing that not all the boys that attended her high school were blithering idiots. The dramarama of Artemis's dating experiences began in full force. She had multiple relationships, nearly all of which ended in 'intimacy.' And then, Missy was introduced to beer at parties, which elevated her to almost promiscuous, though it wasn't intentional. Then came Bernie Ryan. He was a new kid and so dreamy. Artemis was immediately struck with a mega crush. Before long, she racked up the courage to ask him out and a month later they were BF&&GF. At one of Missy's best friend's parties, she consumed a little too much alcohol and she woke up the next morning in bed with Bernie. She thought whatever. She was so 'almost in love.' But then came the vomiting and the exhaustion. Terrified, Artemis took a pregnancy test and had to vomit again when it came up positive.
There wouldn't have been so much trauma if Joyce hadn't had to go rooting around in the garbage can for an earring she had dropped. Artemis was then planning to give her baby up for adoption, not having the stomach to kill it. But Joyce had dropped and earring in the trash can and had gone rummaging through it. And she had found the discarded positive pregnancy test. Furious, she immediately called one NYC's local abortion clinic's and forced Missy to go to an appointment. She nearly had to drag her daughter out of the car and into the building. Artemis still remembers the exact feeling. She had to just go through with it, fearing her mother's hatred, something she couldn't take nay more of. She remembers that horrible vacuum noise that signaled the life inside her was no more. That noise stuck with her. She withdrew from school and friends and parties and broke up with Bernie without giving him a reason. When she was normally bursting with ideas for her little movies, she was now completely blank. It was just before Rawley announced he'd be opening another publishing location in California that Artemis finally came out of her tailspin after she had turned sixteen. She's arrived in Valkyrie, amazingly eager for a new start.
Living Situation: Valks
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Roleplaying Sample:
The streamers were posing a problem. Desi had spent forever carefully searching for the right shades and coordinating them the rest of the living room's main colors. She had gotten in A+ in that part of the project. But she hadn't realized the ceiling was so high. Even with a chair, Desi's vertically challenged-ness prevented her from being able to actually hang the streamers. She was sure there was a ladder in the shed, but her dad kept that locked up and hid the key. She was pretty much stuck.
Desi sighed and looked down at the beautiful streamers in her hands that she had so carefully picked out, hoping her father's eyes wouldn't be too cloudy with alcohol to notice how she had specially picked out his favorite colors. She had to get these damn things up. Maybe finally he'd notice that she didn't hate him, even though he had given up on her. Maybe he'd finally decided he liked his daughter better than booze.
Once again, Desi pulled a chair against the wall and climbed atop it. She jumped up and slapped the stucco wall, just inches below the ceiling. Dammit. The streamer would look retarted hanging just on the walls. And she couldn't take any more of her Dad thinking her retarded. But she'd never be able to read the ceiling, so she leapt down from that chair to grab the masking tape. She spent the next half hour carefully arranging them on the beige stucco until the room looked ready for a small, mediocre, forty-eighth birthday party. The banner she had painted with bright red and blue paint shouted 'Happy Birthday, Dad!' even in the dimming light. The present she had purchased was wrapped in blinding silver wrapping paper, sitting on the coffee table. All was ready.
Desi had specifically told her father when he left to be back by seven. The clock on the wall now read six forty-five. All she needed to do was click off the lights and wait until the door opened and shout 'surprise!' In Desi's mind it was a peace offering, a sign she hadn't given up, that the countless arguments and insults could be forgiven, if he was willing. In her mind it was an act that would make everything okay. If only her father could learn that she still yearned like a child for his approval. After this, everything would surely be okay.
The clock ticked away solemnly to seven fifteen and Desi decided it must be a few minutes fast. Then its hands meandered over to seven thirty and Desi decided her dad was running a little late. He had seen how important it was that he be back. He could've been able to tell by the look on her face. Surely he was stuck in traffic or something. Desi sat on the pretty much busted couch and watched as her shadow disappeared around the time the clock announced eight. She sat alone in the dark, waiting. He'd be back soon. He had to. It was when nine o'clock came around that Desi couldn't stand being inside anymore. She took a look around the room, a room waiting for a memory, a celebration that'd never happen, a bondage that was impossible to make. Desi slipped out the door and walked across the dying grass to the curb. The stars shone like diamond on the velvet pillow humans called the sky. For some reason, it was not her father's broken promise that brought tears to her emerald eyes. It was the image of the stars that caused the tears to plink onto the the road as she sat with her elbows on her knees, knowing officially now that her father truly had given up.[/center][/blockquote]
