fight.

she hears the call, of battle cry,
and fear within, she does not deny,
for she knows, what she must do,
to protect her people, and see them through.

golmore's berserker.

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hi. i'm deer. i've been rping for far too long. ffxiv is the first game i've ever rp'd on; having originally only been on forums and started on (please don't laugh lol) twitter.i've got a handful of characters that i rp on, so you may not always see me on artemis. but she's my main, so -- there's obvious favoritism lol.i can be found on at sporadic times; but can usually be found rping from like 5pm CST and onwards.

through battles fought, and wounds sustained, the warrior endures, through the pain,
for she knows, that with each passing day, her perseverance, will pave the way.

kara blær artemis krow. 207. female.
she / her.

  height.     six fulms ten ilms.
  hair color.   ivory; hints of silvery white.
  eye color.     garnet; hints of brown and red.
  notable features.   coated in freckles from head to toe. multiple scars lacing her body. a scar running from the left side of her chin to her cheek. black stripe tattoos wrapping her right arm, her left arm completely replaced with a magitek prosthetic.

  job occupation.    war.
  place of origin.    golmore jungle, dalmasca.
  home.     the twelveswood.
  affiliation.     griffon's steel, garlond ironworks, the immortal flames.
  family.     mother, father, and sisters within golmore. apollo krow, brother.

  personality.  with such a behemoth of a viera, one would expect loud and boisterous. but that would be the furthest from the truth.dour, calm, willful, and one could almost say gruff. she's an old woman, and she acts the part. people who know her often compare here to a solid wall of ice and chill -- but that isn't often the case. she's guarded; careful, even. not quick to jump and allow others in. but when a bond is formed, she is warm. inviting. viciously protective. and to the younger folk, almost motherly.she cares, though she struggles to show it. softer emotions are not her strong suit. she'll show it in small gestures. offering one food/drink, idle touches if allowed; perhaps even a small smile.

her long past is shrouded in mystery, as she would prefer it to be. she carries a great, heavy shame upon her shoulders and only those closest know even the whispers of it.and so her known story begins as she arrives in ul'dah some thirty years ago. a young, fiery, angry, and bullheaded youth. a scrappy thing that would often deck people if they even looked at her the wrong way. eventually it caught up to her -- forced to either serve time or enlisting with the flames. and so... with the flames she went.she served until carteneau -- taking a grievous injury and being forced to retire early. now a tired veteran and a diligent smith; she spends her time with prosthetics, tending to her garden, and accompanying those who need protection.