Description
Before you stands a rather short, stocky fela. Standing only five foot tall,
this fela is well-muscled and trim. His muscles ripple as he moves them
about, as though he has spent long hours training his body. His body is
almost completely covered with black hair. Only his paws, and pads of his
rear-paws are not covered by his beautiful dark coat. He seems to take great
care in all his movements and his dark black eyes take in everything around
him. Cautious and confident would describe the air about him. His eyes are
deep pools of onyx and the look in them chills like a graveyard.
As you look closer you see...
Role
Born to poverty, Risen above it.
Added Fri Feb 17 17:52:27 2006 at level 1:
Some people would look at Artisle now and see an accomplished, strong
individual. A person with influence who shapes and molds others. Someone
who is confident and knows what he wants. Someone who cares about what
happens to "HIS" world. Someone who has everything he needs.
However, to think that of his whole life would be a disservice to him. You
see Artisle was born in a dark alley, where the unsavory of Galadon live.
His mother prostituted herself out to men who would pay, but she would not
bring herself to try and kill off this thing living in her. She left that
life, til he was born, and used the money she had saved to keep herself fed.
The coin she earned however from the jobs was just too great a temptation,
and so, after Artisle was born, she began whoring again. Artisle grew up in
the degradation of Galadon, the part the mayor doesnt even visit. When he
was old enough, he drew upon his courage and explored Galadon. He was spit
upon by the wealthy, and prodded and whipped by the guards to go back to his
hovel. This infuriated him, and one would think he would have become bitter
against those guards. Truth be told, he wished them dead. However, he was
smart enough to realize he would not be able to kill them and he did not
desire adversity in his hometown. As he grew up he became a "tough" for his
mothers employer. He watched out for her, and roughed up any customers who
didnt pay, or dared to harm her physically. From this experience he got a
twisted view of the city. The law looked the other way, as the wealthy did
whatever they wished to the likes of his mother. Again, rage boiled within,
but he stayed his hand. Later, when he was older, he went out on the town
for a wild night with his friends. They got drunk and met up with some
"fast" women. It didnt take him long to bed one of them, but it was that
fateful night that changed his life forever. You see his mom took a job with
a very prominent official of the law. He slapped her, and she bit him, and
he had her locked away in prison, where she died of a "heart attack."
Artisle knew it was a lie, but could not prove it. Because the official was
an officer of the law himself, he could not persuade any others to listen to
him.
It was that day Artisle dedicated himself to Order, and to the true Law. He
took all the money his mother had saved and went off to other cities. He
went and observed the guards in those towns, and cleaned up his own image.
He dedicated his life to learning the law, and knowing it. He even went and
spent time with Imperials, to understand their view of order. His way was
not theirs, but he admired their dedication, and their strong will upon their
people. It was after all of this that he has now made his return to Galadon.
assumed the name everyone now knows him as, and changed his last name.
He even died his hair black to hide his identity.
To himself he made this pledge:
"I will bring true order to this land, one city at a time. I will leave a
legacy beyond myself that will be even greater than any before me. I will
remove the corruption from these cities and I will do it with a fist. I will
destroy those who come against the law. I will remove the lawless from the
lands completely. Those who will not submit to it