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Artemis was, put plainly, an orphan. He had no recollection of his parents or friends. All that swam in his head when he woke was his sister's face. That image was quickly replaced by someone else's, however, a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. Pain. It was in a swirl of pain that Artemis found himself in, clutched in its vices, arrested, immobile. He didn't scream. If anything, he was the bravest child anyone could have asked for. But it wasn't what his biological parents had asked for. They had thrown him away.[break][break]

What do you want from me? The owlish eyes of a seven-year-old peered up at unfamiliar magenta orbs. It was apparent that this boy possessed a sort of ethereal beauty. His gaze was a silver storm. His face, small and almost ridiculously handsome, looked rough and wan. He didn't appear to have any deformities but a broken arm that seemed recent. Why, exactly why, he had been left alone to die remained a mystery. Artemis brushed a lock of raven-black hair away from his face, lips strained into a thin line. You aren't my mother.[break][break]

But Yvel of House Alder took him in as her own, and raised him to be one of hers. Her son. Artemis' resolution to retrieve fragmented memories of his parents' faces soon broke away as he found in House Alder a true home. Never mind how Alder was gossiped about to be a den of despotic tyrants. As long as Artemis was here, there was no threat too difficult to cut down, no foe too distant to slay. Not only was the boy discovered to be a sword prodigy and boast an uncanny knack for strategy, he found he could infuse magic into his weapons.[break][break]

Still resentful of his abandonment, Artemis only knows Yvel to his mother and he her son. Since his adoption, he has revealed a fiercely independent streak, much preferring to do and accomplish things alone. He doesn't have a single ruthless bone in his body except when battle is impending. Artemis has been known to hack down enemies in his path with his staggering skills with a sword (or two swords), and many deem it remarkable how a boy of his tender age has been become such a formidable warrior so quickly. Artemis is unaffected by such talk. He ensures justice is delivered, and is rather prone to heroics, as his mother might say. It isn't uncommon to see the boy leap in thoughtlessly to save someone's life.