Despite being raised in Tokyo, he speaks with a regional Kansai drawl for some reason. He has a sturdy build and a loud natural voice. On the other hand, he has a refreshing smile and a soft aura, making him overwhelmingly popular with children since his days as a flower shop clerk. He is dexterous and handles all household chores perfectly. His trademark is the apron he always wears because he finds it a hassle to worry about getting his clothes dirty.

A beautiful person with red hair and crimson eyes. He looks unusually young, appearing to be the same age as Daichi at first glance. Possessing an androgynous beauty, almost everyone he passes, regardless of gender, turns to look back at him. He grows his hair long as a sort of prayer or vow. For unknown reasons, he never tans, seemingly by birth.

An incredibly lazy person who loves sleeping more than three meals a day—or anything else in this world. His motivation for work is inconsistent; when he's not feeling it, he won't budge for anything. Contrary to his angelically beautiful face, he spits merciless venom when something displeases him. He naturally lacks a conventional sense of "morality" and hates the "ignorant masses" even more than criminals. He enjoys oil painting, and the few pieces he painted as a masked artist before joining the institute still trade at high prices.

He joined the Nest nine years ago at age 16. He served as a recorder for a certain House for about three years, but after the House disbanded, he became a "stray recorder." He joined "Swallowtail" when Madoka entered. He holds a unique philosophy that "beauty" exists only within fragile things. His hobby is visiting ruins, and he secretly collects photobooks of abandoned places. He seems to have a particular obsession with tea, brewing incredibly fragrant cups with almost magical skill.