The below is almost completely finished other than the genre section! I'm having a bit of trouble with that section and all the keywords, etc. I don't intend Artie to be magic based at all, and I'm struggling to come up with an appropriate spell to match his archetype? Happy to make any changes to what I've filled in below also, if need be.

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[indent][color=Magenta][b]NAME:[/b][/color]
[indent] Arthur 'Artie' - Bunyip[/indent]
[color=Magenta][b]AGE:[/b][/color]
[indent]18[/indent]
[color=Magenta][b]SEX:[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=Magenta][b]APPEARANCE:[/b][/color]
[indent]Artie is wiry and small. In fact, he is much smaller than others his same age, a result of his underfed and undernourished upbringing. His hair is a light green colour, and is long enough to travel past his waist in a part-mullet part-mane style. His fringe is usually cut and pushed upwards out of his eyes, albeit at the behest of his handlers within Maverick who insist it's better for him to be able to see his opponents despite his protests.

Clothing-wise, Artie's outfit doesn't change much, if at all, in the beach setting. He wears a pair of frayed shorts that reach just above his leg and an equally frayed poncho/cape - both of which have a bright, aboriginal print design on them. He carries a pouch of what little belongings he has held up by green rope around his waist.

While he has been taught to walk upright during his time with Maverick, Artie's gait is still hunched and leant forward, with his hands usually held close together and in front of him slightly like a mouse would when it stands up. He much prefers to move on all fours, and does so at a much faster pace than he can on two legs.

In his Esper form, Artie returns to something much more primal and at home in the Outback. An animalistic, skull mask manifests over his face, with his face not visible at all through the eye and nose holes which appear to be endless black. It doesn't sit on his face so much as replace it, swallowing his features entirely. Around his neck, a string of small skulls and bones forms, clattering faintly with movement. Neither his mask, nor the skulls on his neck appear to be of any known animal.

His hair explodes outward into a massive, wild mane of bright green, trailing behind him like green fire. His arms elongate slightly, hands warping into oversized, clawed appendages with long, black talons.
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[color=Magenta][b]GRIMOIRE:[/b][/color]
[indent]A small [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullroarer]bullroarer [/url] that he plays before transforming.
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[color=Magenta][b]INSTRUMENT:[/b][/color]
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Rippa Dippa

WEAPON: Hand/Hand
DESCRIPTION: A pair of giant claws that take the place of his hands.
DAMAGE: B (Physical)
SPEED: A
RANGE: D

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[color=Magenta][b]STYLE:[/b][/color]
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Didgeri-don't
STYLE TYPE: Light
RESIST: D
SWIFT: A
SENTINEL: C
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[color=Magenta][b]GENRE:[/b][/color]
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[color=Magenta][b]Backup:[/b][/color]
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Port Rack
WEALTH: F (20 Credits)
QUALITY: A
STOCK: B
LOADOUT:
Food (10) 20 credits
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[color=Magenta][b]PR:[/b][/color]
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Born Under Punches
STREET: F
BOOK: S
INFLUENCE: B
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[color=Magenta][b]LEITMOTIF:[/b][/color]
[indent] FACTION: Maverick F
WATCHER: Bicoradoon, Wakeless Dreamer
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[color=Magenta][b]TRIVIA:[/b][/color]
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[hider=backstory]Artie's story is a bit of a departure from that of the normal hunter. He was abandoned as a baby by his parents in the Australian outback, a heinous act intending to allow the baby to die rather than do what was right by him. Or, at least, this is what Artie assumes happened to him.

Nevertheless, the place he was abandoned was an extremely high mana area, and one in which Artie found his grimoire almost immediately after being abandoned. This wasn't the only thing he found however, he also found a new adoptive family - a rather unique one.

Artie was adopted by a pack of large monsters resembling Marsupial lions. They found him crying in the bush clutching his bullroarer as tightly as he could. He'd inadvertantly activated his Esper and his modified visage and output of Mana had attracted the monsters, who took him in as their own.

At first, this 'adoption' was nothing resembling kindness in the human sense. He was tested, bitten, dragged, and left to fend for himself alongside the packs young. Survival was the only language they understood, and so it became his as well. He learned quickly - what could be eaten, what should be feared, what must be fought.

Over time, something resembling belonging formed. The creatures did not coddle him, but they didn't abandon him either. He learned to move as they did, to sleep when they slept, to hunt as they hunted He mimicked their calls, their posture, their patterns.

Years passed without measure. Artie grew, not into a boy raised by humans, but into something inbetween a person and a monster. He never saw himself as anything different. Any interactions with humans were few and far between, and those that they had were too short for the humans to interact with him.

That peace, if it could be called that, did not last. The day the Gemini agents came, things were quiet. Almost too quiet. It was a lazy sunny day in the outback. Artie was playing with his 'brothers' and 'sisters' while the leaders of the pack watched on. It felt like nothing could disturb their peace, not even a stray instect dared come near them.

Then came the gunshots. Creatures that had never feared anything in their territory suddenly scattered under the sound. One of the pack dropped almost instantly, it was the first time Artie had seen a loved one truly wounded. Another roared, charging toward the unseen threat, only to be met with something far worse than teeth or claws. Trained, refined, deliberate violence.

The hunters were altogether too much for the pack. They drove them apart one by one, clearing them out while barely breaking a sweat. Artie reacted the only way he knew how, he fought. But it wasn't enough.

The pack was dismantled around him. One by one, the only family he had ever known was cut down. At the end it was just him left. The agents subdued him rather than killed him. To this day he wasn't sure if it was mercy or curiosity that made them spare him.

At the tiem he didn't understand why he was spared. He didn't understand why the others weren't. To him they were the same. He only understood that they were gone, and that he was alone in the world again.

Maverick intercepted the Gemini agents on their way back to base. They freed Artie and took him in as their own, training him as one of their Esper agents.

The early days within Maverick were difficult. Artie lashed out constantly, biting, scratching, refusing food unless it resembled what he recognised. He did not understand walls, schedules, or restraint. Attempts to communicate were met with blank stares or aggression. It wasn't long before they realised he was completely feral.

So they changed techniques. Handlers were assigned in the same way they were to attack dogs. Combat training took place alongside schoolwork. The brunt of his time was spent with a small team of agents teaching him both how to speak, and how to fight.

It's been a few years since then. Now, Artie operates as a Maverick agent. He follows instructions, completes objectives, and returns. He understands just enough to function, but not enough to fully belong. Despite everything, traces of the outback remain in him. Despite all the time he's spent in 'normal' society he's still not fully adapted to the modern world. In his heart there will always be something wild.
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