JACKSON, ARTEMIS LORI

Full name: artemis lori jackson
Age and D.O.B.: twenty and june 18
Sexual orientation: lesbian
Occupation: patient
Member group: Caulton Asylum (anxiety disorder & suicidal recovering from the second one)

Face claim: ariel bloomer
Distinguishing features: fading scars on her stomach and arms.
tongue ring, ears pierced and belly button

Likes: pepsi, silence, doctor who, nature, music, pink and black, corsets, to be let out, knives, zombie movies, and motorcycles
Dislikes: water, extremely loud noises, stepdad, death, spicy foods, anxiety attacks, hurting, "reality shows", hangovers, abstinence, hypocritical christians, cheaters, bad food, her past, jazz music, people, and snakes
Strengths: talented singer, a strange talent for wild birds to come to her, and natural cook 3+
Weaknesses: a sexy smile from a female, women, and her anxiety.
Fears: anixety attacks, having to take pills for the rest of her life, being controlled, never falling in love, never being released, etc.
Habits: picks at her nails when she's nervous or bored, she nibbles her bottom lips a lot, she plays with her hair when she's nervous, she sways back and forth when waiting for certain things, etc.
Secrets:
sometimes just wants to give up on everything
terrified of her step-father, who adopted her when her mom married him.

Overall Personality:

artemis never really thought something was wrong with her, and always tended like the spooky things a little more when she was a young rascal. she doesn't have a lot of self control, or any at all. if she wasn't in the asylum, she would have a low tolerance for keeping cigarettes. she can deal with the abstinence from the alcohol, it was just something that she used to loosen up her mood to be able to deal with people, who she normally just avoid. she's afraid of ending up alone, and turning into a cat lady when she gets older. she's never had a thing for hairless cats, she views them as hairless rats. she can get pretty awkward, she just avoids eye contact with someone who she has a crush on until she can handle it. though, artemis is self-aware, she tends to look over her shoulder a lot and feels like someone's watching, at times. she can seem like she's the most confident douchebag, you've met but other times, she can be insecure in everything she does. during those times, she's usually depressed which is why she has been under suicide watch for years now. she can also be pretty daring, always up for an adventure whether it be dealing with jumping off a cliff to skydiving. both of those things are on her to do list when she gets out. she does have trust issues, she doesn't trust that all people are good people and always keeps an eye out for the "good" ones. she doesn't trust her family, they lost their chance when they let her step father ship her off to one of these things. dispite her trust issues, arty tends to be on the faithful side when it comes to dating and yes, she's been cheated on. however, she finds that the most cheating bastard and dates them, then she enjoys fucking with them. she enjoys teaching lessons on this subject. she does have a mysterious side, since no one will really know what has gone on during her past, she's a secretive person. she is a picky person, she has a very particular taste for anything that is going on or in her body (yes, that includes relationships). people think she's strange, since she has an odd fascination with supernatural things. anyone can tell her secret, and she will keep it, so she is trustworthy. she can get pretty sexual with given the right time, so naughty seems to be on the list of traits. she does have a dirty mind, she enjoys turning anything and everything into a clever sex joke. she is fun, she enjoys giggling and smiling, but there are times where she can push that all away. she is complicated, yes.

Mother:lydia michelle jackson
Father: landon mason jackson (deceased)
Siblings: cody jackson
Other: george hill (stepdad)
Pets: n/a

Overall History: artemis was originally born in sweden, to two practical people. they lived in sweden until she was seven years old before moving to the united states and soon after became citizens of the state. she would play with her doll and enjoyed watching the spoof zombie movies. she was the type of person to dress up like a zombie every Halloween as a zombie. her parents had always been concerned with the level of creativity and how she gravitated towards supernatural things, when clearly they didn't exist. she use to carry the doll everywhere, even when her parents clearly didn't want her to do so, she took it with her when they went out of the house, always; she even had to have it in her bed so she would be able to sleep. this went on for a couple of years until she reached thirteen, her father died in a drunk driving accident. she was devastated and went into depression, lets not forget that she had an horrible anxiety attack when she found out and accidentally saw the pictures of the accident. she had already had a few anxiety attacks before this one but this one took the longest to calm down and the most out of her. it wasn't long before her mother started dating again, which caused more trauma to arty's mindset.

she was fifteen when it was her first suicidal attempt, it had obviously failed. she took a lot of prescription pills and was rushed to the hospital to get her stomach pumped and had to stay in there for awhile. she also had to start seeing a therapist, and be under constant surveillance. she never said a word in her therapy session, she didn't trust them, at all. she tried once more before her mother actually remarried during her struggles. it hurt little miss arty and stepfather sent artemis into an insane asylum, because he couldn't be bothered with taking care of her. it wasn't hard with convincing the workers that she needed to be there. but he didn't mention her anxiety disorder, so they had to diagnose her professionally. still, she wouldn't speak and eventually she was transferred to caution's asylum where she finally begin to somewhat talk and the therapists are getting ready to drop the suicidal watch on her.

she enjoys sitting in the caution's garden drawing the scenes, the therapists seem to enjoy that she's able to see life and such. she tends to ignore some people and their entire existence and has a low tolerance for bible beaters.

her pencil quickly scrapped across the pages of one of her notebooks, left over from school, and she knew that she her family would worry about her. so, she was going to write a quick note, and she would call once she got to where she was going or on the way, she wasn't quite sure, if she was going to even do that. it's been quite a long time since she's been blonde, she's been blonde since she was fourteen and a half, so she knew that this was how her worst nightmare knew her as. she had to leave, and she had to leave now. she was glad that she took a shower before she started packing for the her travels.

she picked up her duffle bag and put her money in her shoes and mostly in her bra. she knew that it was naturally safer to have one's money close to your body, but there was exceptions like your pockets, cause she's been around quite a few of pick-pockers. now to decided which one of her outfits that she was not able to fit in the bag with some of her other things, that she decided that she wanted to keep. she slipped on a pair of blue jean bermuda shorts, yellow tank top with black twisted in the straps with a design in black ink, and a pair of tan beat up converses. she slipped on a pair of sunglass and then slipped the duffle bag over her shoulder, then picked up her note book and tossing it on her bed and she was walking out her house. she needed a whole day's head start, she had to leave like right now before it felt like it was too late.

should have put more thought into her decisions before acting on her plans, she should have planned better but now she was walking with a weight on her back, and it was not just for the fact that she was in the process of putting back up her mental blockage on her memories. she plugged her headphones in her ears, as she pushed the end of it in her ipod, she was going to need to get a new phone. she currently had it powered off, with her sims card out of it in the zipper section of her duffle bag. she was listening to a song, and it gave her hope that maybe, just maybe she would find someone that is capable of protecting her. however, she knew the chances of that happening was less than likely. she stopped by a gas station and picked up a bottled water, and was back on her walk. if she didn't have her duffle bag, she would not have been phased very much, but she was now here with carrying heavy thing on her back; all she had to do was to deal with it.

she noticed a taxi without a passenger in it, so when she reached the vehicle she opened the backdoor throwing her bag in the backseat before sitting down beside it. she glanced up at the vehicles review mirrior, "drive." she said, it was suppose to say it in an ordering or demanding voice, but it was almost as if a state of confusing hit her. she could not remember the last real time she took a taxi, she used them a few times on those rare chances she found herself in new york and such.

marie; central; 5/6 years; clara and lars