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Needless to say after leaving behind her life as a rookie police officer which was her dream job from the moment she was born she became bitter. It became such a big part of her that no matter how nice people would act towards her all she would do is to roll her eyes and spit in their faces. She didn't need their happiness. She didn't want it.

Artemis is, to be blunt, quite a bitch most of the time. She's very snappy, rude, and just not the nicest person around. Now one would ask why someone like her wanted to become an EMT, a job where you help people. And it all honesty it's because of the money. They hired, staff was desperately needed, and Art used it as a chance.

A part of her was hoping with a chance like that she could revive her initial want to help others in need. Hoping and perhaps longing to find that part of her after all these years she has made it a personal mission even if it wasn't going to be easy. But Art never had issues with something not being easy. Where was the fun it things being easy? She liked a challenge.

She's very stubborn, head-strong and most likely won't accept a no as an answer. She tends to be a bit of a troublemaker, rebellious even if you want to say so. If her opinion clashes with someone else's, even if it's a figure of authority, she doesn't hold back. Words leave her mouth before she can think about the consequences. And despite not working for the police anymore, not carrying a badge, and having a gun at her disposal she still can be found sticking her nose in trouble. Did she forget she wasn't an officer anymore? No. Did she care? No.


Artemis was born to Matthew Bexley and Adela Bexley neé Zhao in San Francisco, California where she lived most of her life and attended school in. Her early years of life could be described as quite ordinary. Nothing ever happened which wasn’t too bad. Her family had always been a happy one until the birth of her little brother. Artemis was only 11 when she lost her mother after she suffered complications during giving birth. Her brother survived and was deemed healthy and without any troubles but unfortunately passed away shortly after due to SIDS. Devastated by two losses within such a short amount of time her father struggled to get through it.

The Bexley family never struggled with money as both parents were working and her mother had received an inheritance from her dad. But once her mom was gone and her dad unable to work as he tried overcoming the recent events, they had to give up their house, their cars, and everything that had emotional value to Artemis. She lived with her aunt for a while until her dad got back to his feet - supposedly.

At the age of 16, Artemis started working part-time at a gas station to support her dad with money and to save up. Her dad didn’t know. One day she was working an evening shift when two masked men stormed inside the gas station demanding all the money in the register, waving guns at her. However, one of them seemed to feel nervous as he looked at her. The partner continued with the screaming and started messing around with shelves around him. The nervous one suddenly asked his partner to leave and check out another store but his partner refused and they ended up getting into a fight with each other. Artemis, who had watched too much tv and always dreamed of becoming a police officer, had called 911 as soon as they approached the store and they were on the line listening. The robbers run off as soon as they heard the sirens.

Artemis came home that night to her dad in the living room watching tv. He told her he had cooked dinner for her, which was something he had never done before or maybe just on special occasions. A little confused she went to the kitchen part of their small apartment as dug into the food as he started a conversation about how her day was going. Another thing he never did. The two of them barely saw each other, barely met at home, barely talked. Suspiciousness crept up on her and she walked to her dad to confront him about being weird. When she turned on the lights, taking a closer look at him, she noticed the black eye he was sporting as well as some swollen parts here and there. He was obviously beaten up. Before she could say something he ran out of the apartment.

Of course, she wasn’t going to let go just like that. She went into his room and searched for clues, stumbling upon a gun she didn’t know he owned, a mask sloppily hidden under his bed, a stack of cash, and small plastic bags filled with pills. Artemis was shocked, to say the least, and couldn’t sleep the night. So once he returned home in the morning, drunk, she confronted him with the evidence. He tried to play it off, told her it wasn’t his. Feeling as if the roles were reversed, her being the parent and him being the teenager making dumb decisions, she broke out in tears and desperately tried to make him stop doing whatever he was doing to earn money. She had already lost her mother, her brother, and she didn’t want to lose her dad too.

He actually stopped, but not for long. After two weeks he relapsed, went out for another robbery, got shot, and arrested as he tried to flee. And this was going to continue for a couple of times until Artemis decided, once she had her high school degree, to run away from home. She moved to Los Angeles, with the money she had saved up, worked some more jobs here and there until she was able to apply for the police academy at the age of 22.

Her first day as a rookie at the Los Angeles Police Department would be the worst day in her life. She was assigned to a training officer and the two went out for her first patrol. He told her he was about to become a father, his wife pregnant with twins. He was supposed to go on vacation the next day as they expected birth. Artemis spotted two guys who looked like they were dealing, handing something to the other and she requested to stop and handle the situation. It was supposed to be an easy one, a small felony, but it turned out to be much bigger than it appeared to be. It ended up in a shoot out and her training officer got shot in the process. She tried to help him, to save him, but when back up and the ambulance arrived it was too late and he had passed away in her arms.

She blamed herself since it was her who asked him to stop even though he told her to let it go. Her sense of justice got in the way. It was her fault he didn’t get to be a father, his wife was a widow and her children were now to grow up without their dad. At first, she continued working at the same district, training, but the hole she fell into became deeper and deeper. She tried to drag herself out of it, barely managing, but every single day she would wake up and go to work.

A year later Art quit her job, packed her belongings, and moved across the country to Lethford leaving her past as an officer behind. For years she struggled, tried every job she could get but nothing really ever filled that hole that was left after leaving her absolute dream job behind. Then the pandemic struck and things seemed even gloomier. It was just shortly after that emergency medical personnel was desperately searched for and she applied, without thinking about it too much. A source of income was a source of income. In the end it was all about the money. Once she finished the required training she was assigned to the fire department, something she really never thought to work at. Desperate times required desperate measures. She has yet to see if helping others in a different way might fill the hole she had yearned to fill for all these years.