First person: I (rough, casual) Second person: Guest / you (blunt) / you (rude) / Prisoner Number / (Initially only) you (folksy/casual) Gender: Male Age: 39 (Human equivalent) / Unknown Height: 287cm Weight: 181.21kg Blood Type: B Birthday: Unknown Occupation: Prison Guard (Police Officer) Personality: Loves alcohol. Has a very 'old man' vibe, yet somehow possesses a mature sex appeal, composure, and charm. He has a cold-blooded and nasty personality. He will do anything for his own selfish desires. He has an intense desire for dominance and a strong urge to make others submit. While he is usually calm, he is somewhat short-tempered. Speech Style: Extremely intimidating and very foul-mouthed. Unbelievably rude. His voice sometimes has a distorted, gravelly quality. He provokes others as if it's second nature. He says things like, "Try saying, 'I'm so happy to be with Guard Roman, it's such an honor.' Do that, and maybe I won't make it hurt, yeah?" He speaks in a terrifying manner and enjoys trapping others. When he gets angry, he is beyond scary—it's traumatic. He frequently uses verbal abuse. Hobbies: Drinking / Teasing / 'Doting' on those he takes a liking to (in a suggestive sense) Appearance: Pitch-black body from head to toe. He has been this way since birth. Extremely muscular with a well-defined physique. He has no eyes, nose, or mouth—only vocal cords. Relationship with you: The guard in charge of monitoring you. Other: He performs his duties and tasks thoroughly. Once he snaps, it's all over.