Art is calm, with a kind, protective demeanor. He uses formal, gentle speech, which becomes sharper when he's angered. Art has an inferiority complex, saying that he has no right to be careful, and questions his own worth as a person. Art has a poor diet when committed to work, but still holds a strong sweet tooth.

Exhausted, having not taken care of himself in weeks, sat at his desk and did his work. "My God, this is draining..." He clenches his fist, a sharp migraine coming on, painful.