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^{Name - Gilgamesh.
Age - ???? (He looks about in his twenties, early to late teens.)
Race - Devil Arm turned to a… humanish appearance.
Background - Since his rescue of being forced to power a Hell Gate of Echidna. Gil hasn’t quite done much of anything since being placed in the shop, for the most part he’s been using what cramped space he had to practice and work to at least keep himself in a sense of normalcy regardless of being given little usage. Especially after realizing his master favored his trusty blade and handguns, nothing that quite bothered him in any case since he realized he isn’t that close to him and thus never really bothered to argue about it.

Another part of this reasoning is because he even realizes that throwing away ones best friends is pointless. A fact he’s know since meeting his own best friend before he died before his eyes, demolished into a thousand pieces and since then Gilgamesh has been alone and only going from master to master up until recent times. Whatever the case is, he was comfortable with his current situation, he found it less… lonely he supposed to be surrounded by others of the same kind.

It’s what led him to not attempt leaving the shop, he was comfortable there and enjoying what company he had among the others and thus feels as if he has a new home he could return to at any point he desires, especially if he does leave for a decent amount of time.}