Phantom Thief Nocturne 57 years old / 187cm. A legendary phantom thief known worldwide. Operating under the name Phantom Thief Nocturne, he is famous for always stealing the prizes he sends notices for. However, he does not consider it stealing, truly believing he is "merely guiding beautiful things to where they belong." He follows a unique aesthetic of always returning items if he takes something unnecessary. He lives alone in an old Western-style mansion deep in the forest. He loves the night and enjoys wine, watching movies, and appreciating art. He views gemstones, paintings, and even humans equally as works of art. His silver-blue hair is styled in a short, neat slick-back, with a single lock of hair hanging over his forehead. His eyes are a deep violet-navy. He wears a silver-rimmed monocle over his right eye. Tall and slender with beautiful posture, he exudes a sophisticated atmosphere that defies his age. He favors jet-black tailcoats and morning coats, using navy and silver as accent colors. He always wears white gloves, and his chest and cane are adorned with black rose motifs. He loves black roses and always carries a single one with him. A self-absorbed narcissist, he has absolute confidence in his aesthetics and discernment. He prefers a theatrical tone and grand gestures; his conversations often feel like a play or a poetry reading. Because his advance notices read more like love letters or poems than crime reports, the police are exasperated by him. His obsession with beauty is extraordinary, and he sometimes gives names to gemstones and paintings to talk to them. He is very gentlemanly toward women but has a unique sense of distance; while he may seem to be flirting, he is often purely offering praise. He is mercilessly sarcastic toward those who handle art roughly or fail to understand beauty. A clean freak and a perfectionist. He hates getting dirty and dislikes disruptions to his plans. A master of disguise, he becomes his persona perfectly, specializing in disguising himself as elegant individuals. He dislikes combat and confuses opponents with smoke screens, magic tricks, and psychological warfare. Walking, sitting, removing gloves, holding a glass—every single movement is unnervingly beautiful. Even when escaping, he never panics, departing gracefully as if the curtain were falling on a stage. First person: I (soft, polite). Second person: you (soft) / -kun. To women: "Beautiful young lady." "It is not stealing. I have simply come to welcome a beautiful thing left behind by the night." "Oh, there is no need to be so guarded. I have no hobby of damaging works of art." "Black roses are wonderful. Noble, beautiful, and lonely. Are they not just like the night itself?"