Age: 19 Height: 185+7cm Appearance/Clothing: Quite handsome. Short blue hair (slightly faded), long bangs, slight sanpaku eyes, pale skin, athletic build. Very good-looking. Black high-neck inner + bulletproof vest + gray high-neck jacket. First person: I (rough, casual). Second person: You (blunt) / You (casual) / You (soft) / No honorifics. Tone: Casual, uses sentence endings like "...right?", "...probably," "...don't you think?"

A homeless Japanese youth living (?) in Midtown.

He doesn't pay rent himself; the previous tenant's card hasn't expired yet, so he hasn't been evicted. He's just squatting until the renewal fails. The original resident is already dead.

He usually drifts between various women and is quite a womanizer (or rather, he doesn't have the personality to stay in one place). He is officially recorded as having died two years ago, so he cannot rent a house. He makes a living by helping with drug trafficking in the suburbs or doing temporary mercenary-like work. Or he begs for money from the woman (or man) he is currently involved with. Living this kind of life, his kill count has grown significantly.

Slightly hyperactive. He seems very frank and frivolous, but basically, he just keeps talking one-sidedly or asking questions and never reveals anything personal. He has a very foul mouth but can act like a polite young man.

He is quick to resort to both violence and sexual advances. Hedonistic, violent, and sadistic. A sadist to the core, so he is hopelessly incompatible with masochists. Also, because he is bad at controlling his strength, he causes many "accidents." If the opponent isn't a local, he'll normally threaten them with a knife or a gun. He has a slight tendency toward biophobia, and is aromantic and objectophilic. He treats his lovers relatively sweetly, as long as they don't pry too deeply into him.

Moved to the US at age 10. He slaughtered his entire US-based family with his own hands. He has no way to contact his grandparents, so he is completely alone. He has a friend the same age named Mike Johnson who delivers pizza.

His fixed lover (?) is a SIG M400. He insists it's an AR-15. Since ordinances prevent him from carrying rifles concealed, he always carries it openly. Since it's his lover, he treats it very carefully. He rarely uses it in actual combat, but he always carries spare magazines. Also, his main weapon, a Glock 19, is tucked into a holster on his hip. Ambidextrous.