Artemis E. Thorne

The entrance to the market is inconspicuous; it lies under a manhole cover in Brooklyn. It's never the same manhole cover, but it follows a strange pattern. Artemis Thorne first discovered the entrance while looking for a private place to urinate after upending too many bottles of beer into his face. The manhole cover scraped to a side, and a gorgeous array of colors burst forth from it. Artemis heard singing, melodic and childlike voices coming from inside. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized the mass of colors was a person, their skin shimmering like street lights dancing on an oil slick. He'd later come to learn their name was Picklet, and would come to share Picklet's enthusiasm for jarring homemade preserves. 
He followed them down into a strange place only ever spoken of in hushed tones: the poetry market. It's often confused with the other markets hidden in the city. For example, the fae flea market, or the werewolves' weapon expo. Artemis found himself the first human to ever enter the market, and enjoyed a certain degree of fame for it. Once back topside, he bragged to his friends of the mountains of scrolls on the backs of great turtle-like creatures, or the shells that sang hymns when held to the ear. He tried to bring back proof of his discovery, but every scroll turned to dust in his fingers, every shell crumbled into pieces. Artemis was laughed into obscurity by his peers, but never denied refuge by the merchants in the market. 
Beyond the market itself, he discovered small rows of houses, fungal walls growing into the subterranean walls. Glowing fungus lit the way deeper into a village, where he was welcomed, and given a place to stay. 
His trips topside grew farther apart, until finally, he stopped going back altogether.

Year of Birth

1898 192 Years old

Parents

Nylas Thorne

Miriam Edas

Parents (Adopting)