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− | ''"I am scarred. My voice, my face, my entire life; Filled with the wickedest of strife. The twisted metal was made my bed, and everyone had gone; left me for dead. It was that gift given to me, that gift that saved me. I am not a Harlequin, I am | + | ''"I am scarred. My voice, my face, my entire life; Filled with the wickedest of strife. The twisted metal was made my bed, and everyone had gone; left me for dead. It was that gift given to me, that gift that saved me. I am not a Harlequin, I am s/he, the one called Artisan."'' -The Creed of the Artisan |
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Player: @Ghosthost#2017 | ||||||||||
"I am not a Harlequin, I am she, the one called Artisan." | ||||||||||
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Real Name: | Unknown | |||||||||
Known Aliases: | Artisan | |||||||||
Gender: | Female | |||||||||
Species: | Unknown | |||||||||
Ethnicity: | Unknown | |||||||||
Place of Birth: | Unknown | |||||||||
Base of Operations: | None | |||||||||
Relatives: | None | |||||||||
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Age: | Unknown | |||||||||
Height: | 5' 10" | |||||||||
Weight: | 135 Lbs. | |||||||||
Eyes: | Black | |||||||||
Hair: | Unknown | |||||||||
Complexion: | Unknown | |||||||||
Physical Build: | Slim, Female | |||||||||
Physical Features: | Always wears a mask | |||||||||
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Identity: | Public | |||||||||
Years Active: | 1 1/2 | |||||||||
Citizenship: | Unknown | |||||||||
Occupation: | Unknown | |||||||||
Education: | Unknown | |||||||||
Marital Status: | Unknown | |||||||||
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"I am scarred. My voice, my face, my entire life; Filled with the wickedest of strife. The twisted metal was made my bed, and everyone had gone; left me for dead. It was that gift given to me, that gift that saved me. I am not a Harlequin, I am s/he, the one called Artisan." -The Creed of the Artisan
Contents
Biography
Secret Identity
Artisan is actually Ivy Cooke, former Street Magician. This fact is known only to herself and her Mentor, the Original Artisan.
Early Years
Born to a pair of traveling performers in a Circus, Ivy Cooke had a peculiar childhood. Her only real 'home' was the Big Top. Life was hard early on. By the age of six, Ivy had been enrolled in 18 different schools, but only for a brief period while the Circus was in town. Her parents had hoped that they were doing what was best for their daughter, trying to have her lead a semi-normal life. But normal seemed a foreign concept by the girl's 16th birthday. Her parents, having given up long before trying to give her a normal life, decided to incorporate her into their act, "The Captivating Cookes! The Royal Family of Magic and Suspense!"
The "Accident"
It seemed like an ordinary day, the kind of day that you forget once its over. The Cookes were preforming their latest act, which included Ivy, now age 18, looking at a mirror and using a Bow and Arrow to shoot an apple out of her father's mouth. The apple would then be revealed to contain a chosen card from the audience. It was quite the amazing trick and a great finisher to their act.
Everything was going smoothly; the selected audience member had chosen their card and signed it, Ivy's mother had made it disappear into a puff of smoke, and her father had placed the apple in his mouth. Everything the same as the last couple times they'd done the trick. It was only when Ivy raised her bow, looking in the mirror, that she noticed something was off. on the edge of her hearing there was a noise almost light a gnat's buzz. It slowly increased in volume and pitch until the sound in her ears was like faint microphone feedback. She shrugged it off, assigning the noise to a malfunction in the performers audio equipment. She drew the drawstring tight, squinting into the mirror, aiming for the apple...
With a loud crack, the mirror shattered, shards flying everywhere. The noise startled Ivy and she loosed the arrow by accident.. too early. With a scream, Ivy's mother rushed to her husband, Ivy's arrow lodged deep in his neck. The young magician could only watch on in shock as the life drained from her father's eyes, crumpling to the ground.
The police called it a freak accident. A one in a million chance. But that didn't help Ivy with the guilt. Shortly afterwards, she packed what belongings she had into a backpack and began running. She didn't know how long she was going to run, nor did she know where to- she only knew she couldn't go anywhere near her mother or Knowhere Circus ever again.
Into Millennium
It was about a year later that Ivy found herself on the streets of Millennium City, penniless and hungry. She weighed only ninety seven pounds, looking more like a walking skeleton than a human being. Her first few nights were spent on the streets until a passerby helped her get to a homeless shelter. Lying about her age so as to avoid being put into foster care, she stayed at the shelter almost regularly for nearly a month, slowly filling out and getting some meat on her bones. She sometimes traded doing odd jobs around the shelter in return for warm clothing and food. It wasn't a lavish existence, but it was an alright one.
Still, she needed some cash if she was to get anywhere in her life, and did what came naturally. Remembering what her parents taught her, she took to the streets as a Street Performer, amusing passerby in the hopes that they would send a few coins her way. Being trained as a magician since she was born, Ivy had a natural talent for it. The way her hands moved and her ability to make nearly any object disappear with a wave of her hands and reappear in the pocket of someone she never touched was almost supernatural. In the end... she was too good.
((Work in Progress))
Appearance
- White Face Mask: Most significant feature, as an Artisan is always seen with it on.
- Green Jacket: Second most noticeable feature, it seems to be an ordinary jacket. For this Artisan, the jacket is a hooded vest.
Personality
Differing from the Original Artisan in the way she behaves, this Artisan is quite friendly and pleasant to be around. Although she has yet to speak a single word, her actions speak lots about her overall outgoingness and a general joy of doing what she does, whatever it is.
Abilities and Powers
- Lucky: As with the original Artisan, this one is gifted with a fair amount of luck. However, she has no control over this power as things considered "lucky" just randomly happen to her.
- Type Four Immortality: Artisan, being an Artisan, cannot actually die, but can be killed by standard means and, should her mask still be intact, will return to life afterwards after a period of time. The length of this time period is depended on how badly her body was damaged when she died. Death from Stabbing or Gunshots will take a day or two. Incineration will take considerably longer. If the mask is destroyed, so too will Artisan.
- Darkness Travel: Another change from the first Artisan, this female version has been seen being able to disappear into shadows and reappear somewhere else. This ability seems to be used sparingly, however.
Equipment
- Infinity Sack: Artisan carries a pack on her back, from which she can produce a multitude of items, some of which should never have been able to fit in there in the first place.
- Expandable Bow and Arrows: Typically stored inside of her backpack, these weapons are the most used of any items when Artisan is fighting crime. Each one is shaped like a small tub when collapsed and can expand to several times its original length.