Artimis Luna D12 [CBD #3 Done]

Kids are cruel.

Artimis had watched her twin brother get teased for years. Every time, her heart ached for her brother. Every single time without hesitation, she would jump in. Her anger would come through and she'd push them back. Artimis wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. A fight or two is what she always choose for those who questioned her family. A father and brother who were artistic and softer than most in Twelve. Toxic masculinity ran deep in Twelve from the miners. Growing up, she had always been proud of her family. Standing up tall and proud as she proclaimed them as her family.

Her father always took her with him to build porches and fix houses. Artimis had never been too feminine. She's always found herself loving the way she builds and creates. Mending wooden porches and homes; fixing up holes and ruins of homes. She loved to paint her own creations after everything. A smile on her lips as she takes in every place she's ever helped fix. In a way, it was her place of comfort. Building and mending always felt great to her. Art was different for every single person, but she had found herself creating beauty out of stone and wood and paint.

Kids were cruel, but no one would stop her and her family.