Profile of Artemisia

Artemisia is no highlander fae, no twinkling speckle of dust. She is a warrior, born and bred to protect. To serve. Every ounce of her; from the flames of her pelt, to her righteous spirit oozes loyalty and compassion. She is a hulking, formidable target; lean, muscular and homed to defend. Perhaps leaning towards a more masculine look; with her resting bitch-face complexion and dominant demeanour. However, regardless of her appearance, her gait is smooth and eloquent; for she is a shadow. A woman that is a flickering flame compared to the house she serves.

Some would name her stubborn and spiteful when things do not go her way. She has a fiery temper to match the branded deep crimson of her pelt. Artemisia will stop at nothing to defend her morals, her family, those she is owed. And of course, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty. She is not the centre of attention, however; often skulking to the shadows and side-lines. The ever-present, omniscient eye.

Raised to join the Imperial Army, Artemisia disregarded her last name upon ascension to Guard. She was the top of the class, yet her superiors felt like she could pull the reigns upon the unruly son; Constantine. And so she was placed as his Guard. Outraged, yet true to her bounds-Artemisia serves begrudgingly to the dark Prince.