Description

Asriel tends to evaluate people critically, failing to forgive those who have wronged him or Monarch. However, Asriel's selfless and loyal nature makes him an endearing and compassionate person, as he works ceaselessly for the betterment of his beloved ones. During his early years, he faced humiliation and contempt due to his uncommon features, as he was constantly jeered and made a joke of by his companions. Much like his coworker; Cupido, he was initially employed as a mid rank memory collector until discovering his extreme “passion” in art he then began applying it too his work which astounded both him and his workmates.

What sparked his interest so suddenly? After working with Cupido for a while, he noticed his hidden distress when losing something dear to him, from small too completely irreplaceable. Since his coworker was not fond of idea of becoming nor having friends, Asriel began to look for solutions himself. He experimented with mutliple different schemes until one provided results close enough too his goal. Immediately, he found himself excitedly pitching it to his workmates: He proposed that he could learn to perhaps replace an “empty“ memory with an animation, an accurate recreation of what he felt was lost. Cupido was initially against it, becoming more upset that even thinking about the scheme would have required Asriel to intrude on his mindset. It deeply frightened him causing a small outrage from feeling of imterference. However, after Asriel's persistent nagging explaining and pleading , he was forced to at least try his ridiculous idea.

Free time

When at home, he would work a seperate passion project: locating missing animals of all extinct or critically ill species. He'd let them dance and play one last time even without muscle and sinew. Some before returning to a further shore would stay with him until they felt safe enpugh to be alone. He has found more than one pet this way, likely small and skeletal. Being quiet whilst alone himself he enjoyed having skeletal pets, for they had no vocal cords with which to bark, meow, screech. He’d paint the creatures he meets letting them rest in a gallery dedicated to those lost but he’d hate to of been forgotten