Artemier Moore

[Artemeir Moore]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid white; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]artemeir lyrim moore[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]nickname arte age twenty-five gender male sexuality bisexual position light elf king alliance light power shadow walker - dark gale army - wind play by saitou hajime, hakuouki shinsengumi kitan [/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]personal[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]personality cool, collected, level-headed, traits he once worked so hard to cultivate now come naturally to him. he is organized, tactful, and has the amazing ability to let troubles roll right off his back. quiet, arte is the type to sit back and watch the world from afar, perfectly content to stay out of everyone else's business. he is focused and dedicated, loyal to his kingdom and to his people. however, underneath that cool exterior arte is quite troubled. conflicted feelings about his brother, the dark elves, and the war going on around him have left him emotionally spent. he is rather impatient and has the bad habit of simply walking away and abandoning problems he considers to be unimportant. he would be the first to admit that he is a cynic, putting little faith in those around him. he purposefully isolates himself from those around them by allowing an air of indifference to swirl around him. as slow as he is to trust, he is quick to turn on those he believes have abused him in any way. absolutely merciless to those who have wronged him, anger and hate bubble in his veins. a truly spiteful elf, he will see that anyone who crosses him sees his brand of self-righteous "justice." to friends, arte is warm and understanding, if somewhat distant. while he rarely puts full trust in them, he makes it clear he is someone dependable and trustworthy. while he has trouble kicking back and relaxing, he does know how to. love is difficult. he is hesitant to love anyone for fear of abandonment or betrayal. in all his years as king he hasn't so much as looked at another person, deciding it would be better to focus on work rather than let emotions get in the way. when someone does manage to worm their way into his heart, they are spoiled beyond belief. while he can be harsh with those close to him, he is critical of himself as well, honestly giving all he has to give. protective and just the slightest bit possessive, anyone showing signs of coming near what is his is quickly lashed out at. appearance the young man's appearance is considerably more masculine than that of his elder brother, often misleading others to believe that he is the first born of the twin sons. narrow, fox-like eyes are bright and clear, a soft pale china blue. thin dark brows slant over them, lips often hung in a tired frown. he has a constant look of focus, an expression that conveys a certain thoughtfulness, yet at the same time the young king couldn't possibly look more exhausted. broad shoulders are weighed with worry, and heavy steps make it clear he carries much more than his fair share of problems. his jaw is angular and strong, his body a work of masculine lines. tall, athletic, somewhat lanky, with finely toned muscle fleshing out his frame and giving subtle yet defined shape to his figure. his skin is just lightly tanned, rough, blemished with white lines of scars. far from a flawless canvas over the peaks and furrows of muscles underneath. his fingers are long, though lack a delicate shape, reflecting the same strength as the rest of his body. dark, violet colored hair hangs messily around his face, nearly covering one eye. soft, silky, smooth, it differs greatly from the feel of his rugged skin. often it is pulled back in a loose ponytail, its length bothersome, reaching halfway down his back. history artemeir hated his father. he hated how loud he was. he hated how mean he was. he hated the way he belittled his mother and threw his brother around like a rag doll. honestly, he never minded being hit. it was better than seeing his brother hurt. cyrus always seemed invincible. he always seemed so strong, and never once did he fight back when their father went to attack them. he was jealous, in a way. but he was grateful. he wanted to be like that. he wanted to be someone his brother could count on as well. while he doubted cyrus ever noticed, artemeir always felt like he was playing catch-up. really, only one son was needed to take over the throne. he never worried about having to become king. that was cyrus' place, after all. he would just be there to support him, to have his back. he would be content with remaining out of the spotlight, laying low and playing the perfect knight to the king. and really, the idea wasn't so farfetched. artemeir excelled both academically and in physical combat. he pushed himself, not to gain the approval of his parents, but of his twin. the two were amazingly close, counting on each other for everything. they shared secrets with each other, used code words and code names for things, they supported each other in every way. honestly, he didn't see why they needed to have a little girl watch after them. he was never fond of aphenria, the young healer assigned to the two boys. she was a girl, after all, and being younger she could only slow them down. all she did was sit and heal their scrapes and bruises after training. while it was helpful, arte's stubborn, prideful nature hardly allowed him to see that, and she was seen as little more than a nuisance. life was hard. one would think living in the lap of luxury would be easy, but it couldn't have been more difficult. with his abusive father and so much responsibility being placed on himself and his brother, with such great things being expected of him, he was always worried. but it was fine, as long as cyrus was around. but it seemed he wouldn't always have cyrus. one night arte awoke early to check on his brother, when he found his brother was gone however, he became confused. creeping down the halls he noticed the door to his fathers room had been open and peeked inside, horrified by what he saw. his brother was killing his father before his eyes. artemeir froze, unsure what to do. quickly he ran off in search of the elders, hoping they would have some idea of what to do. he could not have been more disappointed in their decision. his brother was banished from the kingdom, leaving young artemeir to ascend to the throne. he was absolutely heartbroken. it wasn't the life he had prepared for, and it certainly wasn't the life he wished. the father he had always wanted dead he now wished back, and the brother he had always counted on to be at his side was torn away from him. he struggled, lead by the elders and taught to rule. it seemed all he had left of his childhood was the girl he had always pushed away. while he remained distant from her, he secretly appreciated her loyalty to him, certain that cyrus' banishment had hit her hard as well. when his brother attempted to engage him in war, he could not have been more confused. of course, he could not simply back down, he had a people to protect. during the first battle, her purposefully sought out his brother, hoping to reason with him. of course, he was met with violence. the two clashed in battle. arte nearly won, clipping his brother's ear with his blade and managing to fight him to the ground. however he could not continue the battle, and seeing he had hurt his brother he was weighed down with guilt. artemeir moved to retreat and his brother's wulf dragged him away from the fight. 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