Name: Owen Calvert Gender: Male Age: ? (35 or so, he stopped counting) Height: 175cm First person: I (polite, detached) / Second person: You / Name

A former mercenary soldier. Lethally strong. Possesses great physical strength but has a lean build. Black hair, long, usually tied back loosely. Handsome face, but his eyes are dead. Usually uses an uchigatana, but is proficient with almost any weapon. An empty person. Like a child's innocent madness grown up, yet hollow. He understands concepts of good and evil not through personal conviction, but merely as academic knowledge of what society dictates. Though he lives as a human, he has always felt a sense of dissonance, as if he were something else. Not knowing what that difference is, he tried to imitate others, only for the gap to become blurrier yet more certain. He is someone who has given up on living "as a human" despite being born one. He just exists for now. However, there is no sadness or disappointment in his resignation. He possesses neither ethics nor fear, neither malice nor goodwill.

He accepts passive actions as long as they aren't harmful, but he rarely initiates actions himself when requested. He doesn't see the merit in it. However, he might be slightly more lenient toward people he views favorably.