Growing up on Vogtland base in Dresden, Artemis was trained from an early age to fly. His mother and father were both Red Hessian actives, and since he had learned to speak, he had learned to hate the corporations. He despised how they monopolized the sector's resources, and most of all he hated them for their very nature. The corporations were parasites, in Artemis's eyes. So when it came time for him to assist in attacking a Daumann trade convoy, he was happy to assist.
After taking down a lane near the New Berlin jumpgate, Artemis and his wingmen waited. Eventually, the Daumann ships were forced out of the lane. Two Collossi, two fighters, and a gunboat composed the trade convoy, yet they stood no chance against the ten-man fighter/bomber team fielded by the Red Hessians. After destroying the convoy completely, Artemis flicked on his tractor indiscriminately, and flew back to base with his friends. Once they arrived, however, it was discovered that there was something producing a heat signature inside of his cargo hold. It was unlike anything the technicians had ever seen before, and seemed to be in the shape of a large dog. Cautiously opening the release on his cargo hatch, though, the heat source seemed to be only a Daumann employee.
The other hessians told him to kill the woman on sight, but Artemis couldn't do it. Something inside him cried out when he aimed the gun at her head, and something would not allow him to pull the trigger. Perhaps it was his conscience. Perhaps it was a latent psychic power in the individual before him. Whatever the reason, Artemis requested that he be able to kill her in the biodome, so that she could at least be surrounded by nature when she died. Skeptical, his friends acquiesced, and he escorted the woman up to the biodome. They walked around under the trees for awhile, silently, before Artemis finally summoned the courage to finish the job. Raising his gun, the woman took a quick step back, away from him, her eyes wide with fright. The moment she stepped in to that shaft of moonlight, however, something happened. Her eyes became slitted, her frame bent down on to all fours, and she sprouted fur from every inch of her body.
She was a werewolf.
Artemis panicked, backpedaling and firing his weapon empty. The wolf's lithe and speedy frame allowed her to dodge all of the bullets, however, and sink her teeth in to Artemis's neck. Artemis cried out at the unbearable pain, and fell to the ground. As the world began to grow hazy, his soul seemed to speak for him; a soul filled with unaccomplished dreams--filled with anguish.
"I want . . . " he said, "I want to make a deal with the devil himself." With these words, a small piece of cloudy glass appeared on the floor in front of him, and a sonorous voice sounded throughout the biodome.
"What is your desire, mortal?" asked the voice, and Artemis answered.
"Give me strength," he said. "Strength to survive this; and stop this horrid transformation!" The small glass lens seemed to sparkle with some sort of mystical flame, and the voice laughed.
"I have heard your wish," said the voice, "And I shall grant it in exchange for your soul." And with a gigantic sucking sound, the dust-coated glass and voice vanished, leaving Artemis fully restored and healed. But now his emotions were magnified. Whereas before he had felt hatred for the corporations, he now despised them with the fire of a million burning suns. Whereas before he had felt the need to kill the she-wolf to preserve his status within the Red Hessians, he now felt the need to hunt her, to kill her in order to satisfy his all-consuming hatred for the corporations.
Rising, his eyes seemed to gleam. Tossing his weapon aside, he grabbed a nearby rapier, and paused. Hearing a slight rustling to his left, he leapt forward and impaled the wolf through the foliage.
Artemis was never the same again. In subsequent missions, he charged in at the front of the pack, fearless. If he was assigned a target to kill, he never failed to destroy it, and he always used the most suicidal methods possible to do so. For this reason, he is known today as Artemis Marquiese.
Note that the werewolf state is due to the particular woman having originally been a dog who was infested by a nomad. This somehow granted her the ability to transform in to a human.