Kureha Artemis Hells

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< Hi My Name Is >

Name: Kureha Artemis Hells
Nickname(s): Raven, Artemis
Gang: Currently N/A
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: English/Korean/Brazilian
D.O.B: August 8, 19XX
Zodiac: Leo
Age: 24
Hair color: Raven black
Eye color: Light Green
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 130 lbs
Blood type: B-
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Handedness: Ambidextrous
Occupation(s): Street Performer/Thief - Sometimes she performs in clubs and bars. Her talents are versatile at best. Though none of these are truest jobs. 
Tone of voice: Example [Voice starts at 2:30] Kureha's voice seems to have this regal like tone to it. Some consider her sultry regal tone almost a bit of a contrast to her actual persona.

Spoken Languages
~ English [24 yrs]
~ Portuguese [21 yrs]
~ Korean [19 yrs]
~ French [10 yrs]

< Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep >

Currently residing in: A loft in NY
Roomies: N/A

< Let's Get Physical >



Physique

Kureha is the kind of woman that takes care of her body. She likes looking good so she works out to keep herself in the most optimum condition. She has natural curves in all the right places and is not afraid to show them off. Her body is clearly well trimmed with soft muscle definitions that show she is an active woman. Athletic if anything. She has legs that seem to go on for miles, but be warned they aren't just for mere show. Her eyes always give off a sultry or playful glance, sometimes both at the same time. It's part of her being. Though it's been said that the light green of her eyes is a bit haunting to stare at for too long. Either one would gravitate more like lost in a trance or be a look shook from the fact she could appear to be staring into one's soul. The whole feel is complimented by her long raven black hair that passes her hips just a little and her olive like skin tone. Her Korean features seem to be non-existent.

Markings

Despite the things she went through her body isn't truly scarred up like one would think it might've been. At most there is a light scar on the left side of her neck about two inches long, though the skin isn't raised but it can still be visibly seen. Out of the two that she has the most noticeable is the scar on her back running from her left shoulder blade in a diagonal line down stopping at the edge of her hip. Unlike the one on her neck, this one had the skin raised just a bit yet is so smooth to the touch. On the left of her lower back there is a branding of a circle with an "A" in the center.

As far as tattoos go she has an unwilling bar code tat on the right side of her pelvic bone. The other tattoo is on the back of her right shoulder, a raven's feather that broke into raven's flying away. The only natural marking she has is a birth mark on the left side of her pelvic bone of what appears to be a crescent moon. A promiscuous area indeed, one no one would see unless they get that far. ^_~

Attire

Kureha likes to wear whatever she feels like it. Whatever she feels comfortable in. Her clothes range from sweat suits to dresses. From boots to heels. There is one thing she likes to do and that is dress up in outfits/costumes from time to time just for fun. She does find it entertaining to play a role. She is a lover of comics so don't be surprised at her donning various shirts or some form of attire that has them on it. She actually knows how to sew so a lot of the costumes she's actually made herself. Jewelry wise it varies but she does often wear a silver circle necklace with writing inside. It refers to Irish Mythology.

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< Getting To Know You >

Kureha is a woman with a mouth on her. A sarcastic tongue with the wit to match. Sly, cunning and alluring. An air of independence surrounds her, making a statement that she will not be held down. She will not be caged like a bird or conform to the normalities that so many people set forth. She likes to play by her own rules and doesn't take well to others trying to impose their beliefs upon her. She goes for what she wants and often tends to get it. Mostly everything is a game to her as she likes to be entertained. She despises dull, regular routines and if constantly faced with it would probably create her own drama and excitement. A little something to keep her vivacious temperament satisfied. There are some that chalk it up as a destructive behavior of hers and it seems she hasn't learned the lesson of actions like that. A trickster and manipulator all come with the package that is Kureha. She's very convincing in the roles that she plays for given situations. Making it appear to be so smooth and natural. Kureha is always playful and mischievous, very much like the cheshire cat.

Kureha always exudes a high form of confidence. She knows she looks good and she doesn't have a problem using it or flaunting it. She knows how good she is in certain fields and will exploit it as well as any weaknesses in the one before her. There's never a dull moment with Kureha as she enjoys being the life of the party. She's constantly on the move only once in a blue enjoying a quiet moment to herself. Every girl likes a little flattery and praise, Kureha thrives on it. She actually enjoys being told how beautiful she looks. So yes she can be very vain. Center stage, basking in the spotlight of sorts. It's clear that she's bold and opinionated, rarely keeping her voice to herself. From her past she could've gone the recluse route. Timid of the world, to touch, to men. But no she went the opposite. Accepting. Commanding of her sexuality and for all purposes maintaining her control. That's one thing about Kureha, she likes to remain in control but she'll let the other believe and think they are just for her own amusement. By all means Kureha is trouble. Poison. 

Everything she once felt with her time with Cody, could they still be there? Possibly, though lying very dormant. Buried deep under a rubble that she has no plans on digging through. Love happened once and was lost. Maybe lightning could strike twice but she isn't actively looking or holding her breath for it. She's just living her life like there is no tomorrow. Reckless in most cases. Relationships, well she doesn't really have relationships anymore. Unless one considers her maybe sleeping with the same guy more than once some sort of relationship, then maybe. To her it was just good physical activity and she didn't mind indulging more than once. But for them to think they were the only one treating her to a diner and such, well they just didn't get her did they? She did try to date exclusively a few times but it never worked out, her eyes roamed about. She grows bored naturally. Maybe they just couldn't take the fact that they couldn't control her or fill her insatiable appetite.

Interest/Skills
* Throwing knives (or anything for that matter) with sharp accuracy/knife combat
* Sewing
* Dressing up in different costumes/attires
* Parkour
* Physical anatomical studies <3 *wink wink* 
* Dancing/Singing
* Thievery

[**NOTE** More to be added and sorted properly to skills and personality and history at a later time for now we'll keep all that's here for the time being.]

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So this is where I spill my guts about my past to present huh? Maybe speak about my dreams of what kind of future I want for myself? I like a good story as much as the next so fine I suppose if you must know. This isn't some fairy tale full of sparkles and glitters. You know all those once upon time in a land far far away and they lived happily ever after stuff. Yea let's eliminate those thoughts now, hmm.

Where do I start? I guess my family dynamic right? Let's see I had a mother and a father, an older brother, Nikolas, and a younger brother, Syrius. Was it a loving family? I really wouldn't say the most loving of dynamics. My parents were pretty into themselves and their image and how we, their children made them look. Socialites is what they would be called. Not the riches of people but plenty of money none the less. We were held to a high standard and lord forbid we screwed up. They preached about dishonor and disgrace. Struck us when we were seemingly out of line. Thing is when I say us I mean Nikolas and me, Syrius couldn't do any wrong it seemed. I swear if he wasn't a kiss ass then I don't know what. Nikolas tried to uphold to the standards it's not like he was overly disobedient, my father just held him to a higher standard because he was the first born son. It wasn't hard to tell that Syrius wanted to aim for the family favorite. Me? I really didn't listen to a damn thing. Can't say I didn't try. I did but as I grew older and more into myself I guess you can say I was a caged bird wanting the freedom to fly at her own will.

Oh I got into trouble plenty of times. Pissed off my parents to no avail. I found it funny my mother was the one that kept preventing my father from sending me off to some reform school. Never really asked why, didn't really care to. Maybe it had a lot to do with how sympathetic I tried to play it off. How sorry I was and all that jazz. Playing a role came so natural and I was pretty damn believable. But again I tried to be as good as possible, I managed to surprisingly stay out of trouble for some time. Then my junior year in high school came and I met this guy name Cody. He was that bad boy type. Carefree, dark and mysterious. He was about three years older than me as well, I was just hitting the lottery wasn't I? There was no way I was passing it up, and Cody apparently he had the same thought. Trouble was back in business. I never felt more alive. So free. I was always full of energy but it was constantly trying to be repressed. When I let my hair down I let it down. The more time I spent with Cody the more lost in his world I became and in truth I didn't care. My parents they finally had enough and completely disowned me, kicked me out and everything. Again I didn't care cause I had Cody. Had I fallen in love? Yeah I did. It wouldn't be so shocking then I was open to it. Cody he showered me, spoiled me with his love, not necessarily physical gifts, just the gift of him. He called me 'Raven' not just for the color of my hair but he said I exuded some of the traits of one. So I lived with him the rest of my junior year and onward. Somehow he managed to keep me in school. For the bad boy that he was he seemed oddly caring about that for me. Whatever I did for me. But the more I played in his world the more attached I got and started venturing on my own.

I should've never done that. Right out of high school I got into some deep shit with a big gang, led by a man named Alistair, I had no business messing with. But what can I say I had to learn things the hard way? No gain without pain right? I didn't know it was going to cost me so much. I never told Cody about what I was doing and the money I clearly owed Alistair. Alistair knew I was Cody's girl and oh how he hated Cody, you would think I should've known the whole time but it seemed like Cody still kept his secrets. Alistair held me captivate sending an invitation to Cody to pay up with a I owed. He didn't have to come. He could've let me rot for it was of course my mess but no of course he didn't. He came knowing what he could've been walking into, but I guess he was just trying to hope for the best out of a bad situation. There was no good. There was no hope. After a confrontation between the two Alistair had Cody beaten bloodily before me. I struggled in my binds, strapped into a chair as Alistair's right hand Craven stood idly by me with a smirk running his fingers through my hair. He crept down and spoke into my ear taunting me.

"You see this? I hope you're looking well little dove. This is all because of you. He's taking this punishment for you. It should really be you you know, don't you think?"

Then Cody was before me on his knees, bloody, bruised but seemingly not broken somehow as he tried to tirelessly looked up to him and smile. He tried to be so reassuring but there was nothing but concern and fear in my eyes as tears stung my face. I couldn't speak because of the wrapping over my mouth until Craven removed it.

"Yo-you didn't ha-ve to come. Why did you-"

"You're an id-iot if you thi-think I w-wouldn't come -fo-or you..I-I told you I'll alw-always be there..I'll wa-tch over you rem-ember?"

"I remember."

"This is so touching isn't it Craven?"

"It tugs at my heart."

Alistair spoke up as Craven agreed and drew his gun pressing it against Cody's head.

"No! Don't!"

"Raven..I love you. Don't forget that. I'm sorry I failed you this time."

"No no no no..Co-Cody. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't do this!"

"Don't do what? You mean this?"

"NOOO!"

I screamed just as I saw Craven pulling the trigger only to be silenced by the sound of the gun and the blood that sprayed on me as Cody's body went limp on the floor. My breathing was quick in pace as Craven turned the gun towards me placing it mere inches from my face, I could feel the heat rising off it. I was literally staring down the barrel of a gun while he and Alistair just smiled with such satisfaction.

"Ooo did you hear the lungs on her Alistair?"

"I did indeed. I wouldn't mind hearing more. It would be a shame to let her go to waste. She is a beauty after all, I never understood why she was with that loser."

"It would be a shame.. She still has interest to pay."

"That is true. Get her out of here and cleaned up. Craven work your magic. She may need some lessons."

He was gone. He left me. Left me to them.

======Two Years Later=====

Two years after I managed to escape ran into a guy name Klaus. There's nothing needed to know about the years with Alistair and Craven. I found Klaus or Klaus found me whatever. Point is one of us was found right? I guess you can say Klaus became close friends or whatever. He taught me to defend myself I'll give him that. He likes to stay on top of me about some things, it's so annoying sometimes.

=Klaus=

She doesn't know I had seen her before we actually ran into each other. It wasn't mere coincidence as she thinks. I knew Cody and had been spending a lot of time and resources trying to find out who took him out and what happened to her. You would think Alistair was the kind of man to brag, only about certain things he was. Took me a year in a half with his damn constant moving about to get a location on him. When I found she was there it only made it more complicated. Hell I'm not going to lie Alistair was a man with a large empire trying to take him out wasn't an easy task and I was running this on my own accord. I knew what they did to her. I knew Alistair and Craven's operations. They took her and tried hard to break her. Turning her into the sex pet. Craven would be the one to do what he called "teaching" her. He would take her as much as he wanted as many times it took and then some. He'd treat her roughly in bed until even the pain started to feel like ecstasy. That the only way it felt remotely good was roughly. He'd teach her to take control at some points, but for him and Alistair it would only be a false sense of control.

They would both have her and whomever else Alistair let. They'd deflower repeatedly. Even going as far as getting her hopped up on drugs and booze. The bastards. A barcode was tattooed on her a trademark for his girls. Sometimes she was physically beaten but of course they knew how to not leave scars, but as a reminder Craven left two scars on her. A nick on the side of her neck and a much longer one on her back. Soon enough she would begin to enjoy it. Craven would make sure of it. Once she was enjoying it and was willing his job would technically be done. She would be their's. There were very few Alistair ever branded and if he did then they were solely his and no one else's. I know she received that brand so at some point she was only servicing Alistair, to his knowledge at least. I know she was still with Craven, she was his favorite. Makes me wanna vomit talking about it, thinking about it. I know because I knew a girl that went through it and I got Kureha to speak on it in the beginning. How did she get out? As she told me she was in bed with both of them and something - she wouldn't say what - made her snap after two years. She grabbed Craven's knife and slashed Alistair over his right eye. She was going to stab him but Craven interfered and as he did so she swiped the knife at his face as well just catching him a little over his lips.

From there she ran apparently in her adrenaline managed to kill a few of his men on her way out. I think it was very much the skills Cody had taught her, but she still wasn't so skilled when I picked her up. The only reason she came with me I'm sure was because my connection to Cody. Whatever it was she was safe from them for the time being. There was no doubt they would come looking for her but she would be ready. I would make sure of that and I have. But I couldn't undo what they did no matter how hard I was on her. She could've gone either way I can only be happy she didn't become recluse. But damn I kinda wish she wasn't so free either. I'm not going to stop her she's had enough of that. I can't fully stop her from being trouble either it's in her nature. Not gonna lie I've benefited from her 'freeness' so I can't complain can I? Ok that was wrong to say out loud. Kureha takes life by the balls literally now. She knows how to play a role to get what she wants and she plays it well. She will not falter from it once it's in place. She goes for what she wants, whether its good for her or not. I guess I can describe her choice of lifestyle a bit destructive, though she seems in control for someone somewhat out of control. I schooled her more in the art of combat she got really good with knives and daggers. Accuracy is certainly her forte that girl could throw a knife or any object with deadly certainty. Glad to be on her good side.

One thing I'd point out about her is that she doesn't seem to be actively searching out love again. I think she's grown a bit cold to the idea since Cody. Hence why she does what she does. I do believe it's still there locked away just waiting for the right person to open that door again. Tough shell to crack I tell you that much good luck to the guy that tries. She's a beautiful girl. Haunting eyes though gives me the chills sometimes. Heh and she knows it.

So I stuck with Klaus and Jason. Roaming about doing whatever we needed to get money. I might've gotten into thievery. I was a pretty good damn thief by the way. But I'm not gonna really brag about all that, never know who's listening. Street performing is always a ball especially in New York. Hit up a few clubs and become a regular star you just get in for free. Yeah I can get the perks since I know the buttons to push. I know the game and I like breaking the rules. And can't go wrong when a guy throws money at you. What Klaus and Jason do I don't ask, all I know is we all got a nice loft; two at that. I'm just a girl looking for a good time anyway I could get it. Life is too short. I see no reason to not live it to the fullest. 


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