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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || With the end of Spring comes Summer's warm embrace. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life, for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.


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Bexley gives him a cold, dark, beautiful smile. “Wanna see a trick?” she asks, eyes glowing with feral self-satisfaction. The bare of her teeth in a mock-grin is nothing less than terrifying. “I can make you see ghosts.” do the hungry ever sleep?

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Day Court Warrior

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▶ Age: 4 [Year 498 Spring]
▶ Gender: Female [She/Her/Hers]
▶ Orientation: Bisexual
▶ Breed: Marwari
▶ Height: 17hh
▶ Health: 9
▶ Attack: 11
▶ Experience: 10
▶ Signos: 50 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 11-18-2017
▶ Last Visit: 03-29-2018, 02:40 PM
▶ Total Posts: 5 (Find All Posts)
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While on a totally physical level, Artesia is not the most beautiful of equines, there is something in her will and bearing that gives the illusion of a savage kind of beauty. Small and dark of fur, Artesia's single eye is bright and wicked, a sharp red. The chocolate bitch's frame is supported by slender legs and dainty hooves, her tail short and practical. Artesia's coat is a light chocolate, a thing she was once shunned for, marked with deep, dark brown paint like markings and tiger like striping down her neck. Her mane and tail are the same light chocolate coloring with a red sort of ombre towards the ends of it. Beyond that, her frame is littered with nasty scars from burns and cuts, all trophies of past victories.

Artesia once had a skull that she'd wear as a helmet at formal occasions or during battle. The skull has horns like a ram, yet the teeth are like a wolf's- the rumor is that the skull is all that remains of a dark creature long extinct that the dark bitch killed with a single kiss. She has since been on the lookout for a replacement skull to wear over her head. A crude sort of leather eyepatch covers the place where her lost eye once rested. Her final ornaments are a pair of bear claws, wicked sharp and intended solely for battle- these are rumored to have been taken from the unfortunate bear, along with his life. Artesia, however, finds it more prudent to let the rumors flower on their own instead of explaining where she acquired her unique trophies.
Artesia is a manipulative bitch. Plain and simple. There's not really any particular reason for her to be so damn cruel. Her parents loved her. They encouraged her and treated her kindly. Punished her when she misbehaved and praised her when she did well. They were good parents. But Artesia was never satisfied with being the simple daughter of a few hunters. She loved her family, but she wanted more.

Powerfully intelligent, ambitious, and well-endowed with the knowledge of how the minds of others work, she has always had a talent for making people do what she wants. Artesia is confident and assertive- to those she wants to charm, she is an intoxicating devilish slip of a girl. To those she doesn't really care about. . . well, we already told you.

Artesia also has a special sort of affection for battles. Not fighting in them, really. Planning them. Sorting out strategies, building regiments and drawing the enemy into traps. A tactician's work is Artesia's bread. The state of Solterra weighs constantly on her mind, so she always seems to be planning one thing or another.

When dealing with other females, Artesia tends to behave like an unbridled bitch. The only females spared from this treatment are those that are significantly younger than her and who possess great ambition and talent. Being so vain, she likes to see her own favorite features of herself reflected in the faces of her students. With males Artesia tends to behave more gently, however if she were to write one off as useless to her he would see her true colors shine through. She can be an incredible ass-kiss in the presence of those who hold power over her future, but can easily turn around and stab them in the back without batting an eye.

Finally and perhaps most importantly, Artesia is very paranoid about being attacked, both physically and emotionally. She guards herself against the affections of others, and sets up traps so that any who do dare hurt her- dare to draw close- are punished for their courage. Flowers, so poisonous that the very scent of them causes nausea, guard the entrance to her home. All to keep others away, away, away.
Artesia was born to a small, wandering clan on the southern coast of the Day Court lands. Her parents were simple hunters, and she destined for the same position. But Artesia did not want to be a hunter. She wanted to be a queen. And after several years of fighting and struggle, courting and ass-kissing, she had eventually pushed herself up to the position of next-in-line. Next. In. Line.

And then they all died. The thing about living on the edge of a desert at the foot of what was once an endless ocean, is that life is rather unstable. Famine- brought on by the lack of life and foliage. And they all died. Except for young Artesia, whose sheer strength of will found herself able to survive on little to eat and drink. She wandered that desert for weeks after her clan's death, not sure how long it would be until she found civilization once again. And so time took her to the city of Solterra. She did not hate the city dwellers. They were simply someone else. Someplace new to survive in. But now she had to do war with fate again, fight for power. Fight for first. But fate was stronger this time. She manifested as that damned new king of Day Court, and this time Artesia could not best him. For years Artesia did her best, to fight, to impress, to dominate, but to no avail. Eventually she had planned to strike at the war general through means of another kind, poison. Alas it wasn't meant to be for Artesia, while the new king of Day had been off doing who knows what he had been plucked from the sky by a winged creature. A creature that no doubt had its own grievances with the painted stallion.

A funeral came about for the fallen king but Artesia did not attend. She had no love for the king nor this nation as a whole, she would rather be out in the desert than being 'civil' to these pampered sand snakes. She had even less of an opinion of the newly made queen of Solterra, Seraphina. An untried and tested queen. Still..she wasn't done here. She's still fighting. Artesia, she won't lose another home, she will not watch a nation die once again. She'll take this one. It doesn't matter how long it takes- Solterra will be hers.
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Eyepatch- A crude sort of leather eyepatch covers the place where her lost eye once rested.

Bear Claws- Her final ornaments are a pair of bear claws, wicked sharp and intended solely for battle- these are rumored to have been taken from the unfortunate bear, along with his life.

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