Marques, Artemi "Art" Gauner WIP

[Reila Tsukino]

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CASE FILE: Alchemist/Alkahestrist/RIOTE Amestrian Militant

Only the glow of doorbells are inviting.
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FULL NAME:
→ Artemi "Arte" Gauner Marques

AGE:
→ 32

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Novosibirsk, Drachma

RACE:
→ Half Drachman, Half Gelemortian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ June 21, 1980

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HEIGHT:
→ 6'0"

WEIGHT:
→ 171.3 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Strange eyebrow raises, thick-rimmed black frames, and a colorful personality to go along with it, Artemi Marques isn’t your typical Drachman. Already in possession of two souls, this man is capable of making the oddest of expressions. His smile is typically described as being creepy (but that is usually because he doesn’t smile when he is happy; he smiles when he is being sadistic). People are often unsure as to how to read him, giving up sometime after ‘hello.’ He doesn’t try and hide anything really; he’s just naturally that way. Like one of those crazy genius’, his appearance hardly helps his inability to appear normal.

First off, his hair color. What the fuck was god thinking, assigning him with such a strange off-black blueish tinted shade of grey? How would he even describe it? Going off that, in all actuality, Arte wouldn’t really care to go into detail about his looks. While he does agree it is important to been clean-cut and presentable, he doesn’t go through grave endeavors to be perfect. Perfection in the case of appearances is just bullshit. Therefore, it’s just grey. Keep it simple. It’s already complicated enough that he can change the pigment in the human body to anything of his choosing. Want to be an alien? Green skin all around! To each their own, right? There’s no rainbow that Arte can’t tackle with complete and utter manipulation. (Truth be told, he’s never messed with his skin color; it remains the archetypal Drachman pale).

So actually, he’s only ever changed his eye and hair color in order to not be himself. Combing back his hair with gel and taming the wild spikes that defy gravity, certainly Arte can disguise the attributes that make him him. Quintessentially, he parts his hair on the left side, sporting a clump of long bangs that reach just below his nose and obscure his left eye a bit. The rest of his hair extends beyond his collar bone in untamed wilderness. Angled to a crime, he practically does nothing to it in order to flip it up in a crazy skew.

Calculating, inquisitive, and serious is the azure color that makes up his irises. Always squinty and hidden by a layer of bulletproof glass, their studying intensity is often evanescent. For that, he more than likely will carry around a bored/aloof expression until something sparks his interest. Until then, he doesn’t really pay attention to the muscles in his face.

For what he wears? Uniform, uniform, and uniform; he hardly wears anything else. If he does, it something very similar to a military uniform or a suit. He owns an array of various RIOTE and Amestrian uniforms to the point where it’s hardly believable that he had so many commissioned. You can imagine how many suits he has and ties to match. He prefers blending in usually—not being flamboyant or anything too outlandish, but that isn’t to say that he doesn’t like being unique. Well, the body he possesses isn’t even his own; he’s just a front seat driver, wielding the wheel and all the control. He has two souls to spare so it doesn’t matter if one goes to hell. His soul is bound to someone else’s body by way of a bloodseal. The bloodseal is located on the right side of his chest in a backwards ‘S’ shape with furrowing lines around it. It was written in Aaron’s blood and accidently smeared upon creation. That’s the way it is; it is the only marking on his body he cannot change. He has transmutation circles tattooed in pigment on all ten of his fingers, circles on the bottoms of both feet, and a pentagram on the back of his neck, all of which he can move, erase, shape, and change color.

He didn’t choose this; it’s the way things are and he just has to deal in whatever way he can. Arte does not wear shoes. Unless he is physically forced to, he will strut around in bare feet like some caveman. Because of that, he possesses an abundance of calluses entirely covering the underneath of both feet. In battle, he will wear boots, but he only owns one pair: high-top Doc Martens, black with buckles around the top. Nothing more, nothing less. He will do so silently without complaining, being very aware that he could potentially get the whole underside of his feet covered in other people’s blood. Not a fan.

He takes what most conveniences him, hardly loyal to any given country, which is why it is so easy for him to turn around and kill. Even after losing his family, falling to pieces, and coming back to life, Arte still cannot find the worth that life possesses. If you have the balls to fire, then death should easily be accepted. For that, he does not wear a bullet proof vest, and relies entirely on his alchemy and alkahestry. It might be egotistical or it might be fair, you are your own judge.

He slinks with a wobbly swagger, almost putting little to no weight in his step. He’s entirely quiet without trying, holding the ability to sneak up on people with feline intensity. Arte doesn’t notice either; he’s too busy paying attention to where he’s going so he doesn’t get lost. He is found frequently spinning in a swivel chair, tapping his chin as if to shake out a buried thought process. When talking, he speaks with a drawl, hanging on each word’s potential. His voice gathers attention, allowing for his speeches to be of the inspirational sort. He can evoke emotion, spur decisions, and change directions en masse by the flip of a coin.

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PERSONALITY:
→ In a hand of sticks—in a game of ‘not it’ where reluctance is resonant in the air, Artemi is the volunteer. Doing the dirty work—taking the jobs that no one else wants is his calling. It doesn’t matter what the task is; it could be doing the dishes, shooting the target dead, or being the one to change the flat tire. He is a man that places himself in the middle of the fray, taking the brunt of negativity and/or danger. It isn’t that he doesn’t care about himself; it’s that he cares about other people, therefore he rather put himself in harms way than ever consider endangering others or using them like tools. Positions don't matter. Artemi is consistent and capable. Even when concerning minor things, he is the first one to raise his hand and step up to the plate. While others may consider it arrogant and self-complimenting, Arte is by no means trying to show off by taking the short stick. Instead, he is doing them a favor with no expectations in return. He’s the kind of guy to also drop what he’s doing and help an old lady across the street: a do-gooder to the utmost extreme, but he never forgets to satisfy himself every once in a while. And if something gets in the way of him treating himself, he shrugs it off and happily helps regardless of whether his ice cream melts or not. In that sense, he is completely selfless.

It’s hard being able to make a decision to step in for someone else, but Artemi is one of the few who can do it. He watches after people, picking up on their habits and what they forget to do. When he meets someone, he knows someone. He’ll notice what they like, what they don’t like, their temperament, what they can handle and what they can’t, their personality in regard to his own and adapt his to fit them. This isn’t to say that Artemi loses who he truly is or adorns a façade in order to communicate better, but more along the lines of adjusting himself to make the ride smoother. He doesn’t mind jumping through hoops; he just minds when he’s forced to. If anyone ever expects him to do something for them as if it’s his job or something that pisses him off. He’s not like some kind of butler at anyone’s beck or call. He does things for people because he cares about them and wants to see them happy. Artemi has a mother hen complex, but only to an extent. It’s who he is: observant and helpful.

He doesn’t mask his personality with forced words that people want to hear; he says his opinion outright and bluntly. Using his intellect to twist anything in his favor, he can assert his argument to its full potential, gaining the popular vote. And, oh, does he love the cheers. Like a rock star with a keyboard, he tap-screens his way to the stop of the stairs, and loves standing there. Always being right earns him a bit of an ego, but despite that ego, he wouldn’t exactly admit to ‘loving himself’. Artemi sort of sees himself as essential for the world to function to its full potential, but he’s not the type to gaze into the mirror and admire how fabulous he is. Actually, he rather dislikes looking in the mirror if only to shave without slitting his neck and make sure his hair didn’t morph into a fro overnight. He feels slight discomfort catching his reflection sometimes, having the occasional 'is that really me?' moment. But likewise, having confidence and a colorful ego with guns to back it up is nothing short of everyday behavior.

Artemi is obsessive compulsive to the point where he could be diagnosed with the disorder. Cabinets, drawers, doors must always be closed. Everything has to be relatively neat, organized so not just yourself can find things, but other people. So many times before Artemi has had to root through piles of shit to find a gun that some idiot couldn’t simply put away. He lines things up in perfect order, relatively aligned as well. He won’t have a conniption about it, but he will cringe and attempt to fix it given enough time. That is why it is also rather difficult for him to go to new houses and see things out of place and strewn about; it drives him crazy. Not crazy in the sense of crazy, but crazy in the sense that it disturbs him and disrupts the natural flow of his consciousness. He lines up shoes, hangs up coats, organizes the silverware—you should see his Desktop. He recycles and will carry bags of empty plastic containers, cans, and papers to where he lives and recycle them there. When he meets someone for the first time, he shakes their hand always as a way of trading off energy so he can get a feel for that person. Artemi is always conscious of himself and of everything he does even when drinking alcohol. He is always in control and loves being in charge of things. He is not a control freak in anyway whatsoever, but he does not enjoy authority. He complies with it whilst making a face.

That wild streak is a dangerous aspect of Artemi. He’ll challenge things, take himself out of the ordinary on a whim. He’ll live in the neighboring forest in a tent for a month just to prove something to himself or as an experiment. He’ll say random things to gauge reactions and take mental notes. He’s an all-around random guy, and most of the time, he isn’t serious. Carrying a rather bored and aloof expression most of the time, his laid back nature gets him into a lot of trouble. People may think that he just doesn’t give a shit when he really does. Sometimes he does it just to see how people will respond. At the flip of a coin, he can go from joking to being completely serious. When he is serious, he is deadly and usually pointing a gun, (but that isn’t to say he can’t point a gun as a joke). That transition from flippant to serious is usually extremely evident; he’ll let you know when he means business.

He is elitist when it comes to anything to do with technology, constantly criticizing, but he would never stop a random stranger on the street to tell them how ineffective their cellphone is, instead, he would turn to whomever he is with and complain to them. When it comes to complaining though, Artemi doesn’t really partake when it involves himself. If he is in some sort of pain or otherwise, he typically mentions it offhandedly so information is available, but never gripes about it; it’s not his style. Those close to him must learn how to read him and catch the discreet shifts in his demeanor in order to translate his monotone replies into feelings and then respond accordingly. There are many things that Artemi would never admit to out loud and those things must be lightly treaded in order to avoid complete withdrawal from the topic. Such being subjects related to health.

Alright, a downer for the girls, but Artemi’s not exactly a romantic. He's also bisexual so half of him is already lost. Involving anything love-related, he’s one of those idiot guys that don’t know where to start, however, that is to be expected considering that he was married once before. After losing the love of his life, he’s completely ignorant of other people’s feelings towards him, and really has no idea how to relay that he cares when he does. But he tries. He tries despite running in long dialogue circles that really take him only around the point he’s trying to make. Aside from failing to emphasize his concern of others, he also has trouble explaining anything technical using language understandable by normal people. He usually has to be reminded of this and finds it difficult to simplify things since they come out of his brain complicated. It’s kind of like being a translator: there’s a lot of lost in translation if he converts it into everyday speak. Therefore, it's a bother, but he manages.

Artemi smokes, but he doesn’t smoke a lot, and he drinks, but he doesn’t drink a lot. He loves a party as much as the next guy, but even having money at his disposal, he doesn’t get much of a break. And, god, does he need a vacation. He doesn’t stop working, committed to not only his job but his own personal pursuits. It’s not really the way to run a Fort, but he wasn’t made to cooperate with demands. Another way to call it is being irresponsible. In fact, Artemi rather despises rules and rather break them then bend them. One of his favorite things is to rewrite people’s opinions by carefully conducting a strong argument against said rule(s) whose sole explanation stunts the other party’s ability to refute him. At the same time, Artemi is a protector, creating new inventions to fill the gap and breach the boarders fought over by countries. Yeah, he pursues peace full-force, aiming solely to eradicate the very thing that earns him income. …Well, maybe not completely. Having access to most systems connected to satellites, Artemi is an information god, capable of hacking anything within reach. That at his disposal, there is nearly an unlimited list of options…

For one, Artemi reads the paper every morning (despite already knowing most of the information within it). He likes being informed and aware of the latest happenings. He is also a writer on the side, mostly journalism on topics he’s personally studied. He likes writing research papers and submitting them to online journals to assist with the collective knowledge of human beings. His main area of expertise aside from human biology is anthropology and sociology. He is also patient except when writing. If someone bothers him, there are bullet holes in the wall across from his room as indication. In his papers, Artemi never lies, yet that doesn't mean to say that he doesn't find the need to lie outside of them.

Occasionally, he will find himself trapped in a situation in which he needs to escape. In that case, he will shed a white lie and guiltlessly flee. Thus, he effortlessly utilizes lying to avoid something or uses dishonesty to his advantage. Even so, he is a completely authentic person through and through with no qualms. …Except the fact that he cannot find his way out of a paper bag to save his life. Hand him a map and he still can’t read it. Artemi is very frequently towed around by those under his command. Even if he has to walk five minutes down the road, he’ll take a wrong turn and get lost. His brain cannot compute directions; his spatial cognition is skewed. It takes great effort for him to get from point A to point B on his own, giving him only more reason to be a people person.

Despite that, one thing that Arte sucks at is remembering names, well, to explain it better, he typically doesn’t care to remember names. They are useless to him. It’s only if the person means something to him that he cares to register the bit of information into his overflowing plethora of filing cabinets in his head. This gets him into trouble sometimes, but he always plays the innocent bachelor because honestly, he’s usually the victim due to others misunderstanding anyway. He loves giving nicknames to people. Like if the secretary at a bank has red nails, contrary to looking at her nametag, he’ll refer to her as ‘rednails’. That is another reason why Artemi is considered a heartless bastard on the surface.

LOVE:
→ Himself, Glasses, Pointed spoons, Having people that clean up his messes, Explaining things, Elaborating, Talking, Socializing, Criticizing, Critiquing, Grey skies, Windows, Night, Bonfires, Watermelons, Aerugese pocky, Coffee, Wine, Five Star hotels, Smart devices, Science, Technology, Computers, Experimenting with new things, Testing things on himself, Designing new things, Tools, Blowtorches, Goggles, Other supplies, Being praised, Being a smart ass, Being an asshole, Cracking insulting jokes, Insulting people, Fucking with people, Messing with people's minds, People's reactions, Comforting people, Helping people, People in general, Sweating, Cologne, Parties, Singing in the shower, Slow dancing, Daydreaming, Movies, Music, Classical music, Hard rock, Sex, Honeycomb cereal, Milk, Collecting expensive things, Disguising himself, The element of surprise, Breaking and entering, Defying all odds, Running before walking, Aaron, Teaching, Studying, Writing, Reading, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Hoping fences, Barbed wire, Stealing things, Defying all odds, Indiana Jones, Fighting, Organizing things, Keeping things in check, Watching people, People watching, Benches, Autumn, Crunching leaves, Taking walks and not getting lost, Being tall, Picnics, Snaking, Playing harmonica, Pokemon, DS, Soul Silver, Zelda, Video games, Being a nerd, Posters, Decorating, Creta, Amestris, Drachma, Gelemorté,

HATE:
→ Strippers, Sluts, Whores, Salt, Ice cream, Spicy food, Heat, Sand, Too much attention, The press & the Media (though he answers to them), The news, Being studied, Taking tests, Answering surveys, Stares, Silence, Militaristic fools, Unnecessary fights, Uptight people, Rules, Sympathy, Religion, Death, The ideas people have of death, The concept of life, Reflections, Mirrors, Pain, Beds, Sleeping, Snoring, Daymares, Cats, Dogs, Pets, Playing cards, Bums, Old people, People who get in his way, Bouncers, Flies, Cellphone charms, Being handed things, Not finishing books, Chocolate, Tall buildings, Owners of tall buildings, Aerugo, Xing, Carraig, Rouen, Esparia, Being called Artsy, Verbal fights (not verbal arguements--there's a difference), Being challenged, Bullies (exemption: himself), Secrets kept from him, Gorillas, Driving, Tea, Gum, Beer, Chimerae, Video games, Street talk, Too much cursing, Stupidity, Shopping, Nerf guns, Fake weapons, Halloween, Going in without a plan, Not being calm, Being shot at randomly, Knife fights, Being glared at, Crying, Showing too much emotion, Puzzles, Traps, Purposeful over complication, Getting lost,

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ He has two souls.

IDOL:
→ Chancellor Hans

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HISTORY:
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TRIVIA:
→ Crook is his middle name quite literally.
→ He is bisexual.
→ He is a fabulous actor and flamboyant white liar.
→ He lies to get out unwanted things.
→ He is not chivalrous in any way whatsoever.
→ He is selfish and narcissistic.
→ He is super ignorant to people's feelings regarding him.
→ He openly admits he's an asshole.
→ He has trouble communicating that he cares when he actually does.
→ He does the dirty work without batting an eye.
→ He helps out people no matter what.
→ He has way too much self-confidence.
→ He enjoys giving people all sorts of nicknames because he can't remember names for the life of him.
→ He can read Binary (computer language) or any other digital codes like he can Drachman (his first language).
→ He has access to anything connected to a satellite.
→ His favorite song is "Foolin'" by Def Leppard.
→ His favorite city is New York in Creta, but he would never choose to live there.
→ He designs various technology and computers in his spare time.
→ He loves digging for information.
→ He has a photographic memory.
→ He takes medication at night to knock him out.
→ He doesn't dream.
→ He always listens to ocean sounds on a device before going to sleep.
→ His mother named him.
→ He needs glasses--sometimes wears contacts or he tends to run into walls.
→ He gets lost very easily.
→ He reads the paper every morning.
→ He is a journalist on the side, writing reports on any topic that interests him.
→ He owns a custom built Suzuki, Silver.
→ He tutors languages on the weekends.
→ He doesn't use cash.
→ He only takes what he needs.
→ He never eats until he's full.
→ He is an organizational OCD.
→ He is getting good at pointing out problems.
→ He is a pacifist that does what's necessary.
→ He has a different personality for each person he encounters.
→ He is the kind of person that carries a clean spoon in his mouth rather than in his hand.
→ He does not wear shoes unless he has to.
→ He only smokes occasionally, mostly when he is depressed or reminiscing.
→ He believes in ghosts.
→ His entire family was wiped out in the South City incident.
→ Can say "you're beautiful" and "where's the bathroom" in ten languages.
→ He is fluent in Drachman (azure), Amestrian (cyan), Rouenian (Gelemortian Dialect) (royalblue), and broken Cretan (blue). Everything has a thick Drachman accent.

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ALIAS:
→ Aki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Aurelius, Spade, Elastor, Toss,

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ WHO DRINKS COFFEE WITH STRAWS!?

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CUSTOM RANK:
→ THE LISTLESS SWIVEL CHAIR

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Ice Magnet

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Archive date is March 9