Captain Artemis Falcon

Captain Artemis Falcon Jun 12, 2011 20:20:04 GMT -5

Post by Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney on Jun 12, 2011 20:20:04 GMT -5

Jun 12, 2011 20:20:04 GMT -5 Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney said:

Name: Artemis Falcon, Captain Artemis Falcon, or simply 'Captain Falcon'
Age: 41
Gender: Male
District/Area: Peacekeeper; originally the Capitol
Appearance:

The first thing that crosses one’s mind when looking at Falcon is his cold, dark eyes. His are the eyes of a man with no soul; the sort of man that would provoke another to look at him funny for the sole purpose of picking a fight with someone who was looking at him funny. Their intensity is further accentuated by his expensive, hand-made glasses. If his eyes alone weren’t imposing enough, they’re overlooked by his dark eyebrows, which he has a habit of raising and furrowing in an exaggerated, almost cartoonish manner. Artemis maintains a stern countenance as what one would call a ‘default expression’, but is highly prone to shifting at even the slightest sign of trouble.

His hair itself is smooth, and worn short in a corporate cut. Artemis sees to it that it’s cut on a weekly basis, and combed so that even the most specific strand of hair (and he’ll know if it isn’t- he has named them all) is in place before he leaves his home. His hair may not project the same power and conviction that his eyes do, but he does see to it that it projects the same air of professionalism. It fits the shape of his head well enough, and his mannerisms even better.

His intimidation usually comes through force of willpower. He isn’t actually especially large, and he doesn’t have the square jaw or facial scar that usually comes with the motif. Instead, Artemis stands at about average height, and has the sort of fair skin one would expect from some of the Districts closer to the Capitol. He describes himself as having

“The look of a criminal. They look like everyone else, until the day they decide to strike.” His body hasn’t been modified at all because there would be no rhyme or reason for such modifications. They would be expensive, first and foremost; any significant changes would be worth more than his glasses. If he’s to spend money on his appearance, he might as well get his suit pressed or his shoes shined.

Even aside from funds, the modifications would be impractical, impeding his ability to disguise himself when incognito in the districts. Such undercover work seems to have a special place in his heart, but rarely works in his favor. Artemis has a tendency to try to mimic the idiosyncrasies of any district he tries to ‘immerse’ himself in. From most viewpoints, such immersion would be a great tactic, but more often than not, he becomes a pathetically exaggerated portrayal of Capitol stereotypes of the district (a favorite example by some of his peers being his portrayal of “Jefferson Mauler” in District 2, which he wore an iron helmet for along with an eyepatch over both of his eyes).

He wears his pure white peacekeeper uniform as proudly as he’d wave Panem’s flag. In uniform, his posture and body language tends to become more correct and serious. The handgun holstered at his belt has a customized body of white chrome, but it functions just as any other standard-issue handgun.

When not in his peacekeeper uniform or some ludicrous disguise, he can usually be found in a conservative dark suit. The full ensemble begins with a white, button-down shirt with a thin breast pocket and a classic collar. Under the collar is wrapped a red satin tie, patterned by evenly-spaced white stars throughout its fabric. The shirt is tucked into the customary pair of black slacks, with long pockets on either side just below the waist. The pants end after the ankles, covering the top of a pair of white socks, the rest of which is already covered by a fine pair of black loafers. What makes the suit a suit, however, is the jacket- a piece with the same shade of black. A pair of symmetrical pockets can be found on the outside of the jacket, along with a heavier one on the left of the inside for the purpose of drawing his firearm in a rough situation.

Artemis’s voice is loud, but eloquent. His accent has elements of the District jargon he sometimes finds himself fascinated by, and the more proper, formal sounds and clipped consonants of the Capitol. He speaks quickly, and almost always appears to be trying to convey a point (perhaps not a deep point, but a point nonetheless). Combined with an inclination to talk with his hands, Artemis can be a very taxing person to argue against just based on his manner of speech, not necessarily his intellect. The amount his exterior can tell about his character, however, is quite astonishing.

[/blockquote]Personality:

Many of Artemis’s associates think his entire train of thought, as it seems to be, is a façade. Extroverted and on-task, Artemis Falcon is close to a true choleric as they come,

[/color] “with all the yellow bile to prove it,” he insists. He’s often unintentionally over-the-top, and generally either comes off as incredibly likable or borderline mad, depending on the tone of one’s first encounter with him. Even when angry, he rarely loses composure and conviction, allowing him to turn his fury into an advantage more often than a weakness. Powerful emotions, he has come to realize, are powerful tools.

Emotions like sadness and fear, which he considers weak, are a different story. Artemis will keep decidedly-weak emotions bottled up inside, never having been the sort that needed people when in distress anyway. For him, coping with such emotions is spending time alone, allowing him to reflect. Unless they can incite results, people generally just aggravate problems further. “Unless one tells another about an issue to ask for help, as one would to a peacekeeper,” he believes, “they’re only spilling gossip to a curious, potentially-insincere source.”

Artemis is shockingly dedicated to being what he believes is a good peacekeeper. This generally leads to him looking for crime in places as unlikely as the District 1 square. He will whole-heartedly follow (and often act against) conspiracy theories, setting up patrols in the wreckage of District 13 to ensure that there aren’t any militant survivors. When talking to someone new, he will instantly whip out his notepad and place them under grueling personal analysis, even if they’re his superiors. If he’s told to put the notepad away by a superior, however, he won’t hesitate to be a man of his word and follow orders. However, he will continue to analyze them and write from memory later.

He has no family to call his own. He’s rarely bothered himself with the pursuit of love because he finds himself “married to his work.” Having been raised an orphan in a cathedral, blood ties never meant much to him to begin with. Parents could take a child for granted, but a country is founded on solid ground- ground that can be relied on to stay where it is. The only condition? It needs to be kept intact. Above anything else, it’s that sort of stasis that grants Artemis Falcon so much pride in his work.

For all his faults and eccentricities, though, the man does have some redeeming qualities. Artemis is a religious type, though he usually doesn’t speak of religion much outside of church. He’s an extremely hard worker, and will forego sleep and his own safety in the line of duty. He won’t hesitate to take bullets for his allies – even those that don’t necessarily respect or like him. He’ll stop to ensure an companion’s safety as well, unless such a pause would allow an assailant to get away (something he swore never to do). He’s also quite optimistic, to the point of believing that the day when Panem’s troubles come to an end will one day be within reach.

Achieving that end, however, won’t be an easy task. The methods necessary are, as he admits, brutal. Since his disguise tactics are hysterically poor and ineffective, his only valid option is usually the direct approach- something he is known among the peacekeepers as being a master of. Artemis makes threats based on hunches, secretly searches buildings that are out of his jurisdiction, and maintains “a healthy degree of paranoia” to catch Panem’s enemies red-handed. “But they won’t be red-handed for long once their hands are cut off for their transgressions.”

[/blockquote]History:

Artemis will never know who his real parents were. Found as an infant on a wealthy street in the Capitol, none of the nearby families would claim him. Could he have been the hidden mistake of a wealthy couple? Perhaps a mistake of just one member of a wealthy couple? Perhaps, ironically, he was left there by poor parents in hopes that he would be given a better life by a family there. With few other options, the local government turned Artemis (though he had no name at the time) over to St. Falcon’s Cathedral.

Mother Shelf, the nun who looked after him, was the one who named him. Artemis was the deity of the love he never received from his parents- the love she swore she would give him in their place. Artemis led a humble childhood at the cathedral. He was taught the nature of religion, and was fascinated by tales of God’s power, wisdom, and compassion. Growing into his teenage years, he didn’t see the same temptation to reject his faith that many young Capitolites do.

As an adolescent, the typical nature of Artemis’s life began to come undone. He interacted with the other children, though their opinions of him varied. He read books quite often, both reference and fiction, and watched the district children in the Hunger Games every year, and did menial chores around the cathedral. Doing such chores would have been a bore to most, but something in Artemis’s mind told him that the deeds that had to be done were among the most important. This mindset was further enforced by the faith he was immersed in every day.

Gathering around the television set every now and then for mandatory viewing, he began to develop an interest in his future. Panem’s media informed him of how dangerous the world could be. More importantly, however, they demonstrated how the heroic, noble peacekeepers laid down their lives to protect their country from that danger. They were the only thing standing between the country as it was and should be, and a lawless barren that would be in the near future in the event of their absence. He wanted to join them- in fact, he felt obligated to. Panem made sure he was housed and fed when his parents clearly didn’t; if that wasn’t a country worth fighting for, what was?

He enlisted as early as possible, at the age of eighteen. Not having been strong-armed from his home in a poor district or otherwise coerced into service from the Capitol itself, he felt he would be looked well upon from the beginning. When asked to write his full name for submission, he signed his first name and came to a dead pause. Seeing that the station was minutes away from being closed to civilians, he had to think on the spot. After his first name, Artemis scribbled the closest thing he had to a surname on his form-

Falcon.

For the most part, it was smooth sailing from there. Life had its pitfalls, its dangers, and the like, but Artemis scoffed at all of it. Such pitfalls and dangers were what he was meant to fight against, and for over twenty years, he’d been doing just that. No matter what district he had been stationed in, his mindset toward crime had remained stagnant: it’s there and it shouldn’t be. That was a fact of life.

… At least, he believed it to be a fact of life. It should be duly noted, however, that he’s arrested all kinds, from starving hunters runaway Avoxes. Their rationale for breaking the law, however – justified as they may have found it – meant very little to him. Even if the law wasn’t absolute, Panem itself was absolute. Any crime that weakened Panem was a threat- and any threat needed to be decimated.