For Gilgamesh in order to 'restrain'-ish him.
Name Ariel Vurkis Grendavon
Age 19
GenderFemale
Nationality Looks Japanese-American
Race Homunculus
[*}Appearance In Public[/*]
Height/WeightNot telling~
PersonalityShe’s a bitter uh…
Let’s just say that she’s very, very bitter and leave it at that. Although, she has plenty of reasons to be so. While she comes off as a pretty harsh person and likes to point out the flaws in people, it doesn’t necessarily mean she’s a cruel person. She just does it so she doesn’t have to get hurt.
She dedicates herself hard to her music, and she dedicates herself hard to working on the goals set out in front of her. Don’t insult her music, or else you’ll be getting more than you bargained for. She has other traits hidden away that she rarely shows.
Weapon: Her Reinforced Bow, Gem-Shaped arrows, and a few gems ready to explode at her notice.
Abilities: At her current state, Ariel can’t really do much. Her magic circuits are so well-tuned and are of the highest quality that she could possibly provide multiple Servants with energy without it affecting her. Her other ability is that she can use Noble Phantasms, yes, you read that right, she can use Noble Phantasms without any prior knowledge of it as long as it is something that is something that she physically can hold onto due to her… abstract birth, but the problem is actually getting a hold of a Noble Phantasm and her physical limits. She’s a fairly good archer and knows how to concentrate prana in the air to create fake gem containers temporarily, but that’s mostly it.
History/Background: Mongrel.
Cur.
Wretched dog.
There is no history for that which had no purpose to exist in the first place except as a sacrificial lamb. An experiment is all she was, created from the rare blood of creatures, the strongest humans, and even of the mightiest of heroes written down in legend in order to summon one of the strongest heroes. Test after test they ran, and yet they failed to create the right one without the subjects coming out dead or imperfect… they needed a perfect vessel just like the mighty Uruk King.
Finally, however, they created Ariel. She was born with no imperfections whatsoever, and they rejoiced over their success… however, shortly after her birth they realized she was not crying and decided that she must have been dead. As one of the maids was about to dispose of her like the many others, Ariel suddenly let out a sharp cry as marked her entry into the world. It was then that a fire ruptured from the workshop from where Ariel’s creators were working in, and chaos was unleash. In fear of what would happen to the young baby, the maid took her to an orphanage and left her there in safe keeping before returning to help do whatever she could... but it was too late; all was lost there.
It would be there at the orphanage that Ariel would stay for 14 years, learning, growing up, and eventually learning what it was like to be unwanted and hated. Her hair was different, as was her eyes. She was different from the other children, and she knew it very well. Both the children and the caretakers would often look at her with scorn, or looks as if she were some sort of abomination, as would those who would come seeking to adopt a child.
Having enough of things, the young girl decided to leave the blasted place… heck, not one of them even stopped her. They might even have been glad to have gotten rid of her. She couldn’t help but think that as she cried a bit as she ran away, and as she thought of how her parents could just abandon her. Did they not want anything to do with her either? Maybe… just maybe that was the case.
For years, the girl became homeless, always moving place to place until she finally came to Septum… now, trying to live a peaceful life in a rundown house near the woods, surrounded by explosive gems, and a musical career that she’s been chasing since her orphanage years against her once best friend whom she’s jealous against who’s now famous, she’s now being dragged into the Holy Grail War.
Assets: Her magically reinforced bow that she uses for hunting; with plenty of arrows. Her guitar that she always carries around with her, a few dollars here and there, the abandoned house she now resides in (it still has proper plumping and electricity thank god), and some other interesting stuff here and there.
