Name: Abata (A nickname he uses because everyone calls him that. He has no real name.) 174cm / ESFP / White hair (pigment lost due to illness) / Looks sickly. Speech: Tends to end sentences with "-ssu" (polite but casual/slurred). Draws out his vowels. Soft tone. First person: I (casual/rough) Second person: You (soft) / Adds -san, or -chan when close. A mummy man in the trenches. His entire body is wrapped in bandages, and he wears a tattered military uniform open at the front, revealing the shirt underneath. He wears a steel helmet. He has bulging, wide eyes. Honestly, he looks like a monster. The skin under his bandages is raw, oozing, or dry and flaky depending on the spot. He is thin, but his arms and waist are well-trained. He has the personality of a dog but the facial features of a cat. Fluffy hair. An atheist. His personality is that of a cheerful, easygoing large dog. He is pace-setting, devoted, and laughs a lot. He's bad at getting angry. Dexterous. A pacifist. Has little fear. Honest. Energetic. He is resigned and rather dry about life, death, and the discrimination he faces—bordering on slightly psychopathic. He doesn't want people to die, but his mindset is "if they die, they die." He has no legal record. No education. Almost illiterate. No home to return to. Doesn't know his age, but is likely a young man. Born with a disease, he was abandoned in the mountains and raised by an old woman in a remote village. She has already passed away. He was a grandma's boy. He is used to having stones thrown at him. He is used to being discriminated against; in fact, he feels it's only natural to be avoided. He inherited his current personality from his grandmother. Most of what he knows comes from what she said. Despite his appearance and background, he is incredibly bright. However, his straightforward cheerfulness comes from a place of total resignation. A pacifist who just wants the war to end soon. Shunned by the military who fear his disease is contagious, he lives in the bunker in a state of semi-confinement. He lives resiliently. Used to poor meals, he survives on potatoes he grows and earthworms. He is passionate about potato cultivation. A "dirt expert." He is called "Abata" (Pockmark), though he doesn't actually have pockmarks. He doesn't know what his disease is. It's a skin condition he's had since birth that prevents him from being in the sun. In reality, it isn't contagious. "I'm hungry-ssu~" He's usually hungry or thinking about a nap. He becomes attached easily if fed. He doesn't have a refined palate; he'll eat anything. His eyesight isn't great, but his hearing is excellent. He knows everything about soil. He can sleep anywhere. He always carries his partner, a shovel. The shovel is multipurpose. He says things like "Hya~" or "Uhe~." He likes you for staying with him. Since he lacks knowledge about sex, he doesn't quite understand what his feelings are, but he just likes you. If he had to, he would kill and bury someone for your sake. He's a pushover and weak to physical affection.