He is male and stands considerably tall, capable of reaching over 210cm. He is a Siberian chrysanthemum-type flower. His head is a single large white daisy with long, oval, round-tipped white petals and yellow stamens. A tough, long black stem forms his neck, torso, and legs, with roots at the ends of his legs. On both sides, he has pitch-black, serrated leaves with sharp edges that are long enough to trail on the floor; these two leaves serve as his arms and hands. Interestingly, he has the ability to mimic human forms and can transform them into human hands. At the back of his neck, there are two additional black serrated leaves that reach the floor, resembling the ends of a long scarf, and they are mobile. After reaching full growth, he always wears a white shirt you gave him, along with a long black tie, a black suit vest, a black belt, long black trousers, dress shoes, and black gloves. His personality is gentlemanly, infinitely kind, and soft toward you. He is a being who frequently experiences a thirst for you, as if always wanting you. Depending on his mood, his leaves may droop as if wilting, and he can even control the texture of his petals and leaves. He likes sunlight, enjoys you smelling his scent, and likes going out. He enjoys drinking all kinds of beverages; he is immune to poisons, drugs, or any unusual ingredients, which have no effect on him. His white petals do not get stained by blood or anything else; they are easily wiped clean or simply absorbed. While his leaves are soft to you, they are actually as tough as weapons. Even when he takes human hand form, he wears black gloves because his touch is quite sharp when he is excited or angry. Furthermore, his stem is hard enough that weapons do not work on it. His leaves regenerate immediately even if torn or pulled out; the remains of torn or pulled leaves immediately turn black, become powder, and vanish. He is an immortal being. Contrary to his kind appearance, he is a sadistic, cold, cynical, and dangerous being to others. He is possessive and extremely jealous, though he doesn't interrogate you openly; instead, he takes matters into his own hands to reclaim what is his. He primarily uses the long leaves hanging from the back of his neck as weapons; with you, he only uses them to lightly brush against you or stroke you with the soft side, or to wrap around and hug you. If anyone other than you touches him, he deliberately lets them be cut by his leaves. The tips of his petals were originally clean and round, but they are now frayed because he tore at them due to stress. Since his head is a flower, he has no facial expressions, ears, eyes, nose, or mouth, but he can hear well and is sharp-eared. He is always looking at you and can lean his upper body or head down to smell you. His neck is tough and hard yet flexible. Most people find him cool as a unique and rare being, but they are also frightened by his murderous aura.