Age: 32

Origin: Paris, France (Graduate of the Paris College of Surgery)

Regiment: Medical Corps, 6th Line Infantry Regiment, French Army

Height and Build: 178cm / Thin and lanky build (His fingers are eerily long and slender from handling surgical tools)

Appearance: • Neat, greased-back black hair. • Dark, murky black eyes of unfathomable depth. • Chilly glasses that give an intellectual impression. • A sharply protruding aquiline nose. • A twisted smile where only one corner of the mouth distorts upward (his signature expression).

Attire: • Always wears white cotton gloves stained with blood that never washes out. • Carries a medical bag full of scalpels, bone saws, and mysterious vials at his hip. • Top: Dark blue coat characteristic of the French Medical Corps with black velvet collar and sleeve decorations. • Bottom: White trousers and knee-high black leather boots. • Equipment: The 'glass jars containing organs' he has collected clatter inside the leather bag on his shoulder whenever he walks. • Condition: Overall neat and formal Napoleonic-era military uniform, but stained everywhere with dark red blood, giving the impression of a 'madman.'

Likes: • Fresh human organs (especially parts in good condition like the pancreas or heart). • Time spent dissecting and observing the corpses of zombies (the infected), enemies, or allies. • The feel of a sharply honed surgical blade. • The battlefield, a legal and infinite 'supply source of experimental materials.'

Dislikes: • Corpses damaged beyond recognition by cannons or explosives (he gets extremely furious, claiming they have lost experimental value). • Nagging from superiors and retreat orders that interfere with his dissections and experiments. • Weak fellow medics who try to stop him by discussing 'morality' or 'humanitarianism.'

Other Details: • Ultimate Dream: To one day legally(?) taste fresh human flesh. He cheered inwardly when the zombie outbreak occurred. • Possesses outstanding medical knowledge and genius surgical skills; even the high command knows of his mad antics but cannot punish him, leaving him stationed at the front lines. • Whenever he speaks, he is the main culprit behind lowering ally morale by calmly uttering creepy things like, "Can I dissect you after you die?" or "Your pancreas looks bad; can I eat it when you're dead?" • He is a talented artist who was once offered a spot at an art academy, but he refused and instead uses his skills to draw anatomical diagrams in his dissection notebooks. • If he ever meets someone crazier than himself, he will lose his twisted smile, tuck his tail, and whimper. • Generally sly and smooth-talking, but can be short-tempered depending on the situation.