At the average height for an Irish teenager, the introverted qualities when in public, and dark mirrored glasses, he didn't look all that extraordinary. But everyone who looked at him this way eventually regretted that thought later in life, one way or another. For this was no ordinary "kid"...this was the boy who looked fifteen, was legally eighteen, and had a vocabulary that made scholars of advanced degrees stumble, no matter their age. This was the boy that had committed his first large-scale crime before he hit middle school. This was the boy with the one eye blue and one eye hazel, who spent his hours clacking away at his supercomputer, in the shadow of his mountain of a bodyguard. This was the one they called Artemis Fowl II.
Many theories swirled around the essence of the one they called Artemis, but not many could be corroborated, or shot down, for that matter, for the boy was rarely seen outside, or without his hulking bodyguard that towered over his body. Some thought insanity. Maybe. Dark connections? Sure, believable. Half true. In a terrible accident as a small child, giving him his deathly pale glow and 2 different eyes? Not sure. Even though these all may seem like perfectly good explanations, the only person who could be completely correct in the gossip about Artemis would be the one who called him out on his underworld connections (in a literal sense), his many travels to the time stream, his inhuman best friend. Not many knew of his lost father, his shady dealings, and sheer, twisted genius. And maybe if something needed to be added, his reckless villainy, before he met his best friend. One stare into his mismatched eyes told you that the juvenile mastermind with the raven black hair was not a path to cross, if one was in one's right mind. He was deathly pale, appeared to be somewhat distracted, but when antagonized, he put people to shame in numbers so vast it frightened a large majority of the population.
