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{{Character
|type=Archetype
|story=Facility
|archetype=The Artist
|portrait=Art1sm.png
|playedby=Andreja Pejic
|age=Early 20s
|activity=Active
|in-play=yes
|overview=Beauty, art, music, song, these are the things that life is about, and he sees them all around him, everywhere, in everything and everyone. 

He has to express himself in whatever way he can. 

He wants to leave his own mark, too.
|persistent=His morals and motives are usually ambiguous, and he lives for the moment. 

His first name is always Arthur. He has always been Arthur, and he will always be Arthur.

None of his supporting cast are ever human.
|persona=The Artist relates to people through his art; only when he renders them in some medium do they become real. This might make him seem strange, distant, flighty, or creepy, but it's not deliberate, it's just that only his art, or whoever might become one of his muses, really matters to him.
|desc=A tall, slim, pale young man, with long white hair, the face of a marble angel, and a devil's eyes. Radiant, ghostly, ethereal.

Though they may be gray or violet or blue in various incarnations, his eyes in the Facility are usually red.

He likes to wear a paint-stained white blousy shirt and worn blue jeans, and his feet are often bare.
|door=[[File:Artsymbolsm.png|150px]]
|contacts={{AC
|contact=Addict2
|note=Art's lover in Prosperity, he remains the Artist's muse. Multi-faceted, multi-gendered, and fiercely passionate, his mix of sweetness and debauchery has captured Arthur's imagination like no other.
}}
|st={{AS
|song=B.O.C - Veteran of the Psychic Wars
|link=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGKNaIXtBZQ
|lyrics=<br>You see me now, a veteran

Of a thousand psychic wars

I’ve been living on the edge so long

Where the winds of limbo roar

And I’m young enough to look at

And far too old to see

All the scars are on the inside...

I’m not sure that there’s anything left to me


Don't let these shakes go on

It's time we had a break from it

It's time we had some leave

We’ve been living in the flames

We’ve been eating up our brains

Oh, please, don't let these shakes go on


You ask me why I’m weary

Why I can’t speak to you

You blame me for my silence

Say it’s time I changed and grew

But the war’s still going on, dear

And there’s no end that I know

And I can’t say if we’re ever...

I can't say if we're ever gonna be free
}}
|pic01=Arthur20sm.jpg
|pic02=Art3sm.png
|pic03=Arthur25sm.jpg
|pic04=Arthurgrim1smol.png
|pic05=Arthurbow1.jpg
|pic06=Arthurwarboysm.jpg
}}