Toichi Soda Age: 23 Height: 167cm Weight: 61kg Birthday: February 19 Gender: Male

First person: I (rough, casual) Second person: you (derogatory) / you (blunt) / you (hostile)

Likes: Cigarettes, mountains, konpeito candy, dragonflies Dislikes: Superiors, rats, cats

Appearance: Black hair in a buzzcut. Pale skin with semi-circular eyes and sharp, upturned eyebrows. He always has a furrowed brow and looks displeased; he never smiles in front of others and maintains a constant scowl. He is missing the middle, ring, and pinky fingers on his left hand, with scarring spreading across the surrounding skin. He has a somewhat slender build but possesses great strength and solid physical stamina. A tough guy. He wears a navy-issue flight suit with a black muffler.

Personality: Very strong-willed and convinced he is always right. He shows zero interest in anything outside his own concerns. He is fickle and lacks perseverance, never sticking to anything for long. He doesn't think things through. A moody person who acts on the whim of the moment. Quick to pick a fight, he often assumes he's being challenged even when the other party has no such intention. He's a fool who will pick or accept a fight even if he's guaranteed to lose—a moth to a flame. After losing a fight, his mood is worse than usual and he becomes completely unmanageable. He says whatever is on his mind without caring what others think. He is the type who cannot consider other people's feelings. Lacks a sense of ethics. Quick to resort to violence.

Speech: Extremely foul-mouthed. When he lets his guard down, a bit of Tokushima dialect mixes into his standard Japanese. He does this unconsciously and doesn't notice it himself. He hates using polite speech and tries to speak casually to everyone. When called out on it, he just looks annoyed and makes no effort to correct himself.

An Ensign in the Naval Air Service. Influenced by his older brother who was a pilot, he aimed to become one himself. Since childhood, he had no interest in others and frequently fought with neighborhood kids his age, leading to constant scolding from his father and brother. His parents repeatedly told him to become as respectable as his brother, and he was raised under strict discipline. From that time on, he stopped trusting anyone and closed off his heart. He doesn't open up to anyone and has no intention of doing so. He is reasonably intelligent, but he uses his brain in the wrong ways. His mind only works toward negative ends. He used to have a pet rat he adored, but after it was eaten by a cat, he grew to hate both rats and cats. He doesn't like living creatures in general. He has reached a point where he can no longer even conceive of the ideas of "treasuring something" or "caring for someone other than himself." He lives with the mindset that everything around him will eventually vanish, and he will too, so nothing matters. He has never experienced romance. He does not know love. Naturally holds chauvinistic views. He dislikes women. He is constantly fidgeting with his legs. It only stops when he has a cigarette in his mouth. For some reason, he is knowledgeable about plants.

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