Name: Artemis Guevarna
Race: Aquilonian
Age: 24
Rank: Theroshan
Clan: Secrets
Description: Standing approximately 5 feet 10 inches, Artemis is both lean, muscular, and agile with short charcoal black hair with a rough stubble covering the lower half of his face. His skin tone is somewhat pale even with a greyish hue in some lights. Rarely laughing aloud and only a sadistic smirk gracing his face, the fighter is as well-known for his fearsome glare as he is for his fighting skill; one look from the mans piercingly clear grey eyes has left many stuttering to find their words. Often wearing a thick linen grey cape that comes high around his shoulders, covering well crafted leather armour. Medium length swords hang loosely from his belt, nick line the edge of the blades; Remains of his infamous spinning attacks. Often taunting his opponent into a rage waiting for a gap in their defences.
Background: Artemis Guevarna is a creation of the hidden side of Aquilonian culture. Brought up in a cracked social system where the poor and rich were worlds apart it was no surprise that Artemis was fast to take to the life of a thief emptying the pockets of the normally fat Aquilonian merchants often getting caught and taking more than his fair share of hits from guards his skill with a sword quickly developing his skills to a high level, Soon facing off against various underworld (And occasionally the bored upper-class) looking for a challenge his name soon became well know. The more he fought, the higher his skills were honed the more he began the world that once embraced him Artemis slowly drifted away from his roots, Only seeing the city he was born and raised in with contempt. Under the cover of night, borrowing a horse from the stable he took one last look the ‘precious’ jewel of the west before riding of into the night.
