Artemis (Quincy)

Name: Artemis Davidson

Age: 25

Gender Male

Appearance: Artemis has short, brown hair, the bangs of which hang just above a matching set of eyes. His face, once kind and inviting, is now jagged, cold. His attire now consists of a pair of loose fitting jeans, with holes worn into the knees, a white, button-up, long sleeved shirt - which is usually unbuttoned to reveal a matching tank - and a pair of ragged, black shoes. He almost always has his glove on, which simply appears to be a simple, fingerless, black, leather glove, with a silver band at the wrist. He usually also has a collection of Seele Schneider strung along a wire, which is hooked into a belt loop.

Personality: He is tactical, very intelligent, modest, and able to think very quickly on his feet. Artemis is a natural born leader, or he would be, were it not for his glaring flaw: He tends to forget tactics and rationale when under stress. As far as his attitude is concerned, he'd usually very laid back, and sarcastic, even in the heat of battle.

Background/History: Artemis was a child prodigy, gaining the ability to speak fluently before his first birthday. He was born to a family of entrepreneurs, in Phoenix, Arizona. During his youth, he was always pushed harder, to become something more, something his parents could be proud of, like his older brother, who was an up and coming lawyer. Artemis succeeded rather early, having cleared his way through elementary school by age eight. He never made any real friends, none that anyone else could see.

After that, he was sent to Pennsylvania, to attend a private school that lay in the countryside around Philadelphia. After six more years, he had obtained his diploma, and made haste for Harvard. During his stay at the university, Artemis took various courses, from simple business management, to advanced electronics, to quantum physics. Even a few semesters of Japanese made it onto his resume. He spent a total of four years at Harvard, and walked away with several degrees at the age of eighteen. Still, the only ones who actually knew who he was, were the ghosts that still haunted the university's halls.

From that point, he set his focus on ruling the Capitalist world. He started a small business, selling phone service. The business took off, as his rates were much lower than the competitors. It also helped that he was honest in his offers, and didn't simply scam people by hiding one of the zeros on the bill. From that foundation, he branched out, developing new technology, and researching better, faster ways to route the world's traffic of information. Of course, his empire would be put on hold while the government sluggishly debated approval of his new concepts. As he began focusing more on his business, there was no more time for the ghosts, and they soon stopped appearing before him.

At age twenty-one, Artemis decided to expand his tentative corporate empire, taking a trip to Japan. Once there, he met with a few executives, most of which took little interest in his developments. His lack of interpersonal skills didn't help matters much, either. It was a futile effort. As if his failure wasn't enough of a blow, he received a call from his vice president, with very grave news. His empire was no longer on hold, but in ruin. As it turned out, he'd made a few 'not-so-legal' shortcuts, and the operation, as a whole, was instantly seized and terminated. Artemis had lost everything, including a way home.

Not even having the funds to pay for a room at a local hotel, he wandered the streets that night, simply looking for a place to escape the wind and rain. Perhaps it was due to his sudden shock, perhaps it was an effect of reality sinking its teeth in, or maybe it was just Murphy's Law, but the ghosts appeared once more, and not the pleasant kind.

Down a particularly dark alley, Artemis was confronted by a strange creature, the like of which, he'd not seen before. The beast appeared to be a gorilla, with a white, bone, mask for a face, and a gaping hole in its chest. Whatever it was, it didn't like him. The creature chased him out of the alley, and a few miles through town. It didn't seem to be capable of catching him, but it was determined to. Suddenly, a golden flash illuminated the streets. That very flash saved his life, piercing the creature's mask, forcing it to dissolve into thin air. The origin of the flash: An older man, more than likely in his sixties, with a hand pointed directly over Artemis' shoulder.

The old man listened to his story, and even took him in, offering shelter, and a home, until Artemis was able to get back on his feet, financially speaking. That first night, Artemis questioned the events that occurred, from the masked ape, to the golden bolt of light. The old man seemed eager to explain that the creature was known as a Hollow, and that he was something called a Quincy. He went so far as to express that Artemis was one of these 'Quincy' as well.

For four years since that night, Artemis stayed with the old man, learning about the world he really lived in, the one with spirits, and those that fought against the evil ones. He also spent a large portion of that time training, learning how to use his new found powers. He'd gotten nearly to the point the old man was at in a very short period of time, respectively. It had seemed that Artemis had an uncanny gift for the ways of spiritual war.

Unfortunately, the old man fell ill in his old age, passing away in his sleep. He'd left a note a few days earlier, when he felt the end coming, for Artemis to take his glove, to seek out the other Quincy, and to defend the weak in his stead. Artemis gave him as proper burial as he could, and took the glove.

Since, he'd spent time in solitude, mastering his new skills, especially Ransotengai and Hirekyaku. He found new ways to use these abilities, such as using spirit threads to fortify areas of his body, cushioning impacts, or strengthening the skin to resist being cut. His Hirenkyaku is now capable of allowing powered kicks, and even the ability to stand on the air, even in the real world.

Now, he has left the past behind him, forgetting about Capitalistic races, and a world rules by money. In the four years he'd spent with the old man, his eyes were opened. His only goal now was to defend humanity from the beasts known as Hollow.

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