"People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening."

"Slayer of the Nameless Many? Wielder of the Oathblade? Yeah I guess you can say I've seen some shit on these isles. Trouble follows me like an old friend that just won't quit."

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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 138 lbs.
Build: Slender but physically fit
Eyes: Steel Blue
Skin: Fair, Caucasian
Hair: Black
Charisma: 40

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The man that stands before you obviously was one who delved into various matters of the occult and strange, carrying with him frequent tomes and various odds and ends; bits and bobs of curious curios whose true importance was known only by him.

He stood at a mundane five foot and a handful of inches to go with it, small and lightweight he certainly was never the type to win any contests of strength, but the with that shined behind those alert eyes was that of one accustomed to a rather sociable life.

Given the markings on the various items he possessed, the longsword that hung off his hip, and the heavy armor he tended to wear one might assume he was some kind of warrior - but those markings were definitely runes, and the books, scrolls, and staves he carried with him were definitely of a magical bent, making him hard to define. Was he a mage, a fighter? Perhaps a bit of both?

Those who would look over him would notice a definite lack of scars, his skin fair and unblemished from a life lead easy with little conflict one might assume, though from the intricate details of his expertise, he had the knowledge of a well traveled individual. Quite a curious mix indeed.

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Character Notes:

Discreet Casting: Artemis casts both without gesture and without word - all of his spells appearing from his will alone. (Automatic Still Spell III, and Automatic Silent Spell III)

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Redlights: Vore, Bathroom stuff, the usual. Anything else is fair game usually.