tagged by: @blackrexch kindof tagged me i guess? (i am everyone after all)

name: I go by Artemis online *shrugs* birthday: 28th of September (so it’s comin’ up soon) gender: Female orientation: ??? (I still don’t even know, why is this important anyway?) age: 26 (almost 27 omg. ^(O_O)^ )

favorite soda: IBC Root Beer or none at all favorite candy: Um... Lots? (but seriously, Reeses, Kit-Kat, Hershey’s) favorite pizza: Extra Cheese and Pepperoni (this local place near me has an EXCELLENT macaroni pizza) favorite salad dressing: I don’t even eat salad? (and I can’t even stand the smell of most dressings) favorite meal: Turkey hot dogs with mashed potatoes, carrots, and corn (which is usually what I have for Thanksgiving/Christmas dinner)

best memory: Um... I guess being the one to walk my mom down the aisle for her second wedding? best friend: which one? I have a lot of close friends, so... best relative: My grandfather (he was there when my dad wasn’t, so he’s my father figure) best pet: Cat... any cat. I’ve owned several. TALK TO ME ABOUT CATS!!! :D best celebrity: Um.... ???

one random fact about you: I am suuuuuper weird one random fact about your day: I had trouble with a bottle of ice water from my freezer? (that’s what I get for filling it almost to the top before freezing it) one random fact about your job/school: School was hell for me, ‘nough said. one random fact about your favorite tv show: Charmed was the best modern/magic show about witches ever made. I wish it had lasted longer, but it had eight seasons anyway. one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: I am the coolest person ever

tag five people: Um... just do it if you feel like it. xD

[Continued]

Azariel was far less enthused about the situation they were in. If that prophecy mentioned in the scroll didn’t have anything to do with Auriel’s Bow, she probably wouldn’t have gotten involved. She’d have let the Dragonborn deal with it, though even now it appeared Serana was doing all the work. Typical, the bastard refused to actually do anything.

Glancing at the title of the book she’d grabbed, she paused at the half-growled, half-whispered comment, her eyes turning to the mer beside her. He was unfamiliar, not like any other elf she’d met in Skyrim so far, and that was kind of curious. Not that she was curious enough to ask him what kind of elf he was. Instead, she ran a hand over the cover of the book before she opened it to read, replying just as quietly.

“Believe me, if I didn’t have to be here, I wouldn’t be.” She couldn’t help but mutter something about Auriel’s Bow before she actually focused on reading.

Repost. Don’t Reblog.

Rules: Pick four colours you associate with your muse. Then use the gif search-function and search for the color. Post one gif for each color. Tag 10 other roleplayers to do this.

Tagging: Anyone not wearing shoes right now?

Who would have thought that being attacked by a vampire would lead her to helping another Vampire stop a prophecy about Vampires conquering the sun? Azariel certainly couldn’t make heads or tails of the events leading up to their trip to the College of Winterhold. Still, they needed to find out more about the Elder Scrolls, and that meant seeking someone knowledgeable about it. Dexion hadn’t been any more help since reading the scroll back at the fort.

And of course there was the Dragonborn. The man was constantly chatting things up with his housecarl, who clearly didn’t want to be here. Not to mention the man seemed more than willing to let other people do his job for him. Azariel couldn’t stand him, he was perhaps the worst Nord she’d ever met.

So there they were, entering the Arcaneum, with Azariel being the one to do all the work. At least Serana was more helpful.

“‘Ey! Snow Baby! Find out about the Elder Scrolls would ya?” Azariel glared back at the Dragonborn, ice blue eyes narrowed in distaste.

“First, don’t ever call me Snow Baby again, or you won’t live to see tomorrow. Second, do some research yourself for once! I’m tired of carrying your burden for you!” Azariel snapped, storming off to go take a seat. She was still fuming as she grabbed a book and sat down, not really caring who it was next to.

In all honesty, Azariel was glad to finally get away from the Dragonborn. That bloody Nord was so stubborn, and never really accomplished anything on his own. He was always taking credit for other people’s work, and that really pissed her off. Not to mention he was an ass in his own right, and that only made matters worse. That she had even convinced him to give up Auriels’ Bow after all was said and done was a miracle in and of itself. She may as well settle for that, right?

Wrong. She wanted him to understand he couldn’t get away with that kind of attitude. One of these days, someone would put a knife in his back, and she was certain it would come from someone closest to him.

As it was, she had the Bow, and she’d stolen the Shield from his pack when he went off to do... whatever. So now she had them both, though she didn’t really have any use for the shield. Still, maybe he’d learn something from it eventually, but she doubted it.

It was only a few weeks later, she was hunting game in the area known as The Reach. Those people known as the Forsworn were annoying, but she’d managed to avoid trouble with them so far. Still, it was a dangerous area, and she was constantly on guard, even as she was hunting. An arrow took down two rabbits and Azariel went to go collect them when she noticed someone not too far off, though their face was obscured by a hood.

Okay, it’s been a while since I’ve done this here, but Azariel is still eager to meet people... and kick some ass. So like this post for a starter, and I’ll get to them when I can.

Azariel started screaming at me last night to do something with her, and if I’m coming back into this fandom, I can’t ignore her. I only have a few followers left who are actually still active, so if you want a starter, just ask. In the meantime, if people could reblog this so I can find more active partners, that’d be awesome as well.

Ah yes, the finished product. I finally figured out the amulet, and even added a better glimpse of the Talos themed knife she carries. She doesn’t always wear armor that showcases the hidden knife, however, so I may try drawing her again in a set of armor that hides it.

Just want people to know, I’m not dead, nor is this blog. Just been busy...

One last minor update before I go... Azariel’s blog is all good to go! The theme has been changed, links are more organized, and her profile is a bit better than what I had for her previously. Everything is properly linked at least.

So, I’m logging out now. My brain needs a break.

Against the Dominion || Azariel & Ulfric

It had been a relatively slow day for hunting. The deer in the area were wary of people, and always seemed to sense her coming, despite all her best efforts to remain quiet. After several hours, Azariel packed her things and gave up, figuring that she would have to wait until tomorrow to get some new fur pelts. They were best for repairing her armor, but whatever she was left over with could be sold.

The Snow Elf had been heading out of the deeper woods when she heard voices ahead. The area had been clear of people only hours ago, but she didn’t want to assume anything. Carefully, she set her pack on the ground, drawing an arrow from her quiver, she stepped lightly, tense with each passing moment. Someone laughed harshly, and she thought she heard words spoken in Aldmeris... High Elves.

Her pale blue eyes narrowed angrily, for the voices most likely belonged to Thalmor agents. Had they been tracking her? Did they know she was passing through this way? If that was the case, she would have no choice but to fight or find a longer way around them. That latter plan was far less favorable. She tried to get closer, to listen in on their conversation. What she overheard was something about the Stormcloaks. An ambush then...

That wouldn’t happen on her watch. Azariel began climbing the nearest tree, and peered out through the leaves. She could see the Stormcloaks coming up the road, completely unaware of the ambush waiting for them. Quickly, she notched an arrow to her bow and shot it down into the road, aiming carefully and timing it so that the arrow landed in the ground in front of one of them. She couldn’t tell who, but from where she was, she could see some of the soldiers reaching for their weapons.

That Thalmor below became aware of this as well, and cursed their bad luck before they began their own attack. Azariel could pick off a few from her current position, but it was so much more interesting to fight them on the ground. And so she descended the tree, ran back to where she dropped her things, scooping the pack over her free shoulder before she headed back for the road. She could hear the battle now, as she aimed and shot another arrow, catching one of the Thalmor by surprise.

“Dammit, there’s another one!” The agent cried out, turning to face her. He cast a bolt of lightning that struck her in the shoulder before she tackled the bastard to the ground.

Azariel grabbed a small knife from the belt strapped to her right thigh. “Hey, recognize this?” She held up the knife, shaped in the likeness of the symbol of Talos. The mer’s eyes widened before she stabbed the knife down into his chest. But she didn’t get to finish him off before she had to dodge the mace of another, causing her to roll off her target.