Artemis Davidson [Quincy]

Name: Artemis Davidson
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160lb.

Appearance: Many would think Artemis a lower class individual, just based on his appearance. His brown hair has become somewhat shagged. Though always clean, it could use a trim, as it falls in front of his eyes, though, the top, sides, and back seem to be kept relatively short. His eyes are cold, but have a certain shine within, one that tells of a man who won't accept defeat. Often times, his face his clean shaven, save for a small patch beneath the lower lip.

Daily attire is nothing out of the ordinary for Artemis, nothing that would make him stand out. Usually, he can be found in a pair of worn jeans, a number of silver rectangles jingling from a keyring hung around a belt loop behind his right hip. Above that, he wears solid colored shirts, almost never anything with a logo. If it's cold, he might have a jacket on, but only if a long sleeved shirt doesn't quite cut it. Around his left wrist, wraps a single, silver bangle, and a white gold chain hangs around his neck, a single ring hooked around it, like a pendant.

Race: Caucasian
Soul race: Quincy
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Body type: Lean, Slender and well toned
Country of origin: Delarus

Personality: Mr. Davidson is intelligent, and quite so. He has a wisdom to match. Quick thinking, a fast learner, and a memory that most would boast about, some, in the past, have likened the man to a computer. Were it not for a few glaring flaws, Artemis would be perfectly cut out to be a leader. But the fact remains that he has very little patience, often taking shortcuts, or overlooking small, but very important details. Oftentimes, this leaves him rushing, headfirst, into trouble.

Humor isn't much his thing. He never really had exposure to such things during his youth, only that which would build his mental prowess. Due to this, he often remains stoic, and serious. Though, this goes the other way around, as well. He doesn't have much rage. Even under immense amounts of pressure, he remains calm, and cool headed. Just about the only emotion that he will show, from time to time, is a mild bout with sorrow.

During combat, Artemis tends to aim for the kill with every attack, trying to keep the battle as short as possible. This prevents more collateral damage from ensuing, as well as providing a higher chance of him emerging from the fight both victorious, and largely unharmed. While most Quincy tend to rely on their bows, striking from a distance, Artemis rushes in for a close quarters assault. At first, some may question why he breaks the mold this way, but after watching his performance, they'll probably understand why. After all, it's much more difficult to avoid an arrow, if the head is already breaking skin before it's loosed.

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General Aspects:

• Stamina: 2
  
• Reiatsu: 2
  
• Dexterity: 5
  

Race specific Aspects:

• Reishi Control: 2
  
• Reishi Harnessing: 1
  
• Reishi Storing: 1
  

IC post count: 60

Ability: Chimera Revolver and friends.

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Background: Artemis was a child prodigy, gaining the ability to speak fluently before his third 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 multiple 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 seventies, 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 a few items that he had stashed away, 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 equipment, which consisted of a handful of Seele Schneider, some silver Ginto tubes, and a silver bangle. It was his very own Quincy cross, hand made by his mentor, a powerful weapon, and what would become a very cherished artifact.

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 Hollows.

I am going to say +60 posts Possibly? Any other opinions? *And by that I mean I want some other damn opinions.*

I approve this post count. Make it so (and + additions) and thus it shall be approved. *Used almighty voice*

And thus he had done it (talked on messenger) so then let it be approved