Artemis Mòr, was what you'd expect a goddess to look like. Tall and beautiful with a rather athletic build. Long black hair and wild blue eyes. She was fair skinned and tended to dress to impress. Usually in a very gothic style with a lot of leather and metal. She felt the system come to life around her. Her subconscious mind had been awake all along. Even while her body had been in stasis. That wasn't what bothered her though, it was whom she was waking up to have as company.<br/><br/>You see Artemis wasn't a being who enjoyed being locked in a cage and she had been. Soon after her army had been whipped out she'd be stuffed in this cage to life out eternity until the end of times. Great just great. So she'd spent the countless years of sleep contemplating revenge only to finally wake up to the end times. Great. She didn't want to wake up even if she was large awake already. She could hear the man moving and she didn't feel like seeing him first thing in who knew how long.<br/><br/>She waited until silence fell all around her before finally sitting up the pod opening as she did so. Her body unlike her partners was not naked. She had on a long white dress that was now saturated with slime. Nasty. She looked around and saw no one. Not even a servitor. Rising out of the pod she dressed quickly in a pair of tight leather pants and a black corset with red satin to match. Her long hair was hanging loose around her shoulders hiding the various earrings and other piercings she had. She pushed the long strands out of her face revealing that he eyebrow and nose were pierced along with her lower lip. She ran her tongue over the metal and grinned wryly.<br/><br/>"So the end of times hen," she said gazing absently at the empty night outside. Her voice was cold and devoid of emotion. Her anger held in a tight leash, barely contained just under the surface.