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"Women wont let me stay single, and I wont let me stay married."

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a character in “Guerra di Madre Natura”, as played by Szeptanie-tosia


Artashir Kane


Gender: Male
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Art
Age: 30
Love Interest: None
Height: 6'3
Build: Large, Strong, and Broad.
Hair Color: Dirty Blond hair.
Eye Color:Blue
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: None, flawless skin.
Description: Wild, long, lion hair. Unshaven golden facial hair with strong facial features.

Preferred Clothing:Art would rather be naked and free, so in public he wears as little clothes as possible, nice jeans and a shirt.


  • Confident
  • Ambitious
  • Generous
  • Loyal
  • Encouraging
  • Archery

  • Freedom.
  • Spontaneous.
  • His pride.
  • Pirate stories
  • Sex

  • Boredom.
  • Commitment
  • Pain
  • Negative people.
  • Clothes

  • Reading
  • Swimming
  • "Traveling"
  • Yoga
  • Driving.
  • Being Deprived


Personality:Art is extroverted, optimistic, versatile, and spontaneous. Playful, high-spirited, and practical, he can also misapply his many talents, becoming over- extended, scattered, and undisciplined. Art constantly seeks new and exciting experiences, but can become distracted and exhausted by staying on the go. He typically has problems with being impatience and impulsiveness.
He is very independent but needs something to control and someone to admire and appreciate him. Art is fully capable of being greatly successful on his own but is much happier when there's an audience and a following of people who look up to him, so he would not want to be alone.

Weapon Discipline: Physical strength, Balance, and strong mental visualization.
Abilities: A quick drawl on the bow and rifles, as well can handle flame arrows and bullets.

Relationship Status:Single
Family:Artashir is an only child, both parents are alive and well.
Personal History:Artashir was born in the wealthier part of society having all the needs that could full fill him. Living spoiled and exciting adventures, he has no problems with life. He traveled around, enjoying the world, while reading classical novels. Falling in love with pirates, feeling a connection.
Artashir living a life that avoids boredom and tedious routines, sex with various associates is only normal. Not wanting to lay down with just one person, but always satisfying the partners.

So begins...

Artashir's Story


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The stars shinned, slipped past the heavy clouds, also seek into his bedroom. As he twisted in the sheets, his bare skin showed with a shiver, from the cool air that leaked through the open, wide, double, arched doors leading out toward the balcony. Red silks rubbed on the exposed flesh leaving a smooth comfort.
Artashir stretched awake slightly by the fingers tracing over his bare chest.
The room was filled with deep royal gold drapes, lion portraits, his collection of bows, books filled with stories of pirates and how to tips, with a fragrance of expensive taste.
"Enough." His voice was deep, thick and filled the whole room, the fingers dropped down palming.
"Were you asleep?" Her voice was an annoyance and regrets of her staying over dwelled inside of his mind.
Had he remembered her name he would of asked her to leave at that moment. In the come stained sheets she had become less attractive, and everything about her become more apparent that he had made a horrible choice at the club choosing her over the others. Her hair was dyed and damaged with a smell of chemicals, each freckle boomed in complete average. And that is when he realized she was as boring as any other girl he had been with.
Art wanted more, he thought that a long boat ride around the ocean would calm his desires and made a note to go as soon as possible, but first he would want to sleep in his warm, soft bed.
"Mhmm." He finally answered, this was not what he wanted to hear though.
"Let's get away together Art. Just you and me. Like we talked about before I came." Artashir wasn't sure which came she was talking about, nor did he know what he had promised her to get her undress.
"We will talk more about that later." His fingers were then trapped inside her damaged hair, 'causing him to stay close to her, while he tried to remove them as gracefully and softly as possible.
"You do this a lot, yet I told myself I was going to change you!" Her tone turned vicious.
"Can we not do this?" His tone was soft but his eyes rolled.
"Damnit Art." She jumped up, but his fingers were still locked away, tugging at her hair, causing a sharp pain, making her to over react and scream.
Artashir couldn't help but grin, it wasn't supposed to be funny, but he couldn't help to let out a thick laugh.

It only took twenty minutes for the girl to get dress, yell, and leave. And then Art just sat outside on the balance and breathed in the city air. "What a fun night." He grinned as he turned back inside and laid in bed.