..:: Empress Artemisia Pandorea ::..
"We are Nature. We are One. Everything and all things, for there is no singular, there is always the plural. For that is the Force."
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..:: Biographical Information ::..
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Homeworld: Mellaniphe
Birth: 428 ABY
Death:
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..:: Biological Classification ::..
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Species: Actaeanis
Gender: Female
Height: 1.8288 meters (6'0")
Weight: 66.2245 kilograms (146 lbs)
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Green
Skin Color: Golden
Force Sensitive: No
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..:: Political Affiliation ::..
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..:: Appearance ::..
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There are many ways to say that a flower is beautiful, just as there are many ways to say that the Empress shares those traits as well. A slender and lithe figure, nimble and graceful with her movements. Her toned figure remains a reminder of those years spent with the Artemisian Rangers in her youth before she wore a heavy crow upon her brow.
Tresses of flowing green hair dance upon the wind as the breeze blows, falling upon her shoulders and trailing down her back as the branches of a swaying willow tree. Decorated in the styling and musing of a brilliant mind to reflect her own self. Bits of leaves from various trees gathered from her homeworld and across the galaxy adorn her flowing hair. Embracing her peoples already close ties to nature and plants; just as they are themselves.
Cosmetics are only used to bring out that already established natural look that she was graced with from birth. Hazel eyes made all the more brilliant with soft earth tones, causing them to appear as green sprigs just breaking through the soil. A sprinkling of green eyeliner and eye shadow to bring out the dulcet tones and draw ones attention upon her face. Lips, full and carefully painted with a dark green, bring about the pure nature of that which she is, an Actaeanis.
Fashion is for those whom seek to show off their own splendor and wealth, not the wealth and splendor of their people and their heritage. Thus the Empress wears only those that come from her own people's designs and hands. Gowns are flowing and fluid, appearing more as a terrace of leaves and flowers that gracefully accentuate the wearer's form. However, those gowns are worn with only the functions of state in mind, and thus for her to truly feel as she is being true to herself, she is often seen wearing the armor of the Artemisian Rangers; which she earned in her youth as a member.
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..:: Personality ::..
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Ferocious and even tempered. Brash and cool headed. Much as her species has evolved a sexual dimorphism, her own personality has developed such that she is known for being merciful even when sentencing one to their death or banishment. She must rule, and that reign must be as even tempered as her own emotions and personality. In public she is seen as being fair and even handed, though in private, that is for those few whom are given that glimpse.
In private she is more open, more free to by herself and to feel as though there are no eyes upon her. She can speak her mind freely, to treat her friends not as a ruling empress and as a close friend. Though she is always sympathetic to those whom have earned her trust, willing to serve as that close confidant in their affairs.
Then again, as said, there are times when the very fires of the Netherworld inhabit her form and are unleashed upon those whom stand before her. This duality, this ability to keep two sides together and reign shows just how fit she is to rule her people.
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..:: Positive Traits ::..
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- Self Oxygenation - Through a unique biological adaptation that her whole species shares, she is capable of breathing, for a limited time, in Type III Atmospheres that would otherwise be deadly to other species. However this ability is only capable in those atmospheres that contain trace elements as found in Type I Atmospheres; meaning that there are some worlds in which she would require a breath mask.
- Regeneration - All Actaeanis are known to be capable of regenerating lost limbs, and for their ability to heal much quicker than humans and other near-human species. This is due to their more plant based biology, and while they may heal minor cuts and scrapes in minutes, larger wounds or physical trauma generally take a few months less than what is required in other species. Though unlike the Gen'Dai, she would not be able to regenerate if all that was left was a small piece of her body.
- Artemisian Rangers Training - Since she was born, she had dreamed of joining her people's fabled warriors. Even though being groomed to take her mother's place, she always pushed for her own future. At a young age it was granted; and for nearly two hundred years she was a member of the famed Artemisian Rangers, and all that came with being part of those fabled warriors. Training was constant, for one needed to master their favored weapon to truly be called an Artemisian Ranger. She spent countless years learning to master the Plasma Bow, as well as learning hand to hand combat skills and survival skills.
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..:: Negative Traits ::..
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- Bacta Allergy - For the Actaeanis a simple treatment of a serious wound is not as easy as for other species. Should she come in contact with Bacta, her skin would begin to break out in hives, with prolonged exposure causing eventual blisters and burns. To make matters worst, she is part of that small fraction of the Actaeanis species whom are also allergic to Kolto, meaning that significant trauma can only be healed through the herbs and poultices of the Quinata Healers; meaning that for her medical treatment is potentially lightyears away, requiring her to travel with a personal physician constantly.
- Actaeanis Sexual Dimorphism - The species is known to have evolved a sexual dimorphism among its people. That being that while females are known for their beauty and being nimble, their forms are more frail than their male counterparts. Thus it remains true for the Empress, as while she has a slender and nimble figure, her form is more frail and prone to injury than males of her species.
- Family History of "Rosenia Fracture" - While the Actaeanis species has a long life, there are those among them whom suffer from a mental instability, what has been coined by their people as Rosenia Fracture. For the Empress this is a condition to take seriously, as her mother was forced to abdicate her throne upon Rosenia Fracture leaving her incapacitated and incapable of carrying out her stately duties. Now she fears that much like her mother she will lose her mind, and thus the worry over this disease has caused her much strife and stress in her life, keeping her up at night and further adding to the weight of her already great burden.
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..:: Historical Biography ::..
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All things begin where some other has fallen; yet not all things fall where another has risen. For the Actaeanis they all come from a similar place, they all start as a mere seedling placed within a bit of soil and then dotted upon by their parents. Thus life started much in the same way for she as it did for all of her people. Born as a mere seedling, and lucky enough to call the reigning Empress as mother, she was brought into the Galaxy upon the tale of the Gulag Plague as it swept through the galaxy.
While her world was deep within the boundaries of Wild Space, it was still touched upon by the virus; thus for her parents and many others whom had feared upon hearing of the birth of an heir, she was a beacon of hope and light among a galaxy blanketed in darkness. The mere fact that she survived at such a time was seen as providence among many that their deities had not abandoned them, and that if a child could survive in such times, then their people would thrive. For this she is known as the savior of hope among her people, and ever since she has had eyes upon her at all times which has merely galvanized her to ensure the future of her people.
Even at a young age she showed that she was upon the right path, the one that would bring about a ruler that would reign for her people and not for power alone. Though many feared for her safety, she had always and constantly voiced her desires to join the Artemisian Rangers; feeling as it was her duty and calling in life for having carried the name of those warriors. By the time she was what her species would call a teenager in her early hundreds, she was permitted the change to join.
For two hundred years not a thing mattered beyond the halls and complexes of the Artemisian Rangers. She threw herself into her training and her learning, with her instructors amazed with her progress and her skills. She showed that she had the proper skills to lead, for she was not merely standing in the front, nor looking to blame others. Each time she failed, she knew solely that it was her fault, and when she reached a point where she could no longer find the answers, she would turn to those with her and seek their council.
Those skills that were so rare, would see her carried to the throne and through a crisis that was thrust upon her. Barely even a decade before her three hundredth year with the Aretmisian Rangers, she learned of a startling development. Her mother had been diagnosed with Rosenian Fracture, and had to abdicate her throne. Thus the young woman whom still wanted to travel the galaxy knew she had one thing that she must do; take the throne.
Upon taking the Throne there was an outcry from a fringe faction that sought to change the government by force. Though, now an Empress, she merely dealt with it as she would deal with all challenges. Swiftly and with an even tempered hand. Her careful manipulation to turn the group upon itself and against its own members ensured that their chaos would not spread among the populace and was confined to their small town.
Thus she now reigns as Empress, and her eyes fall upon the Chaotic Galaxy that seeks to swallow Mellaniphe and the Actaeanis.
Plant people are cool! 
