Name: Alban Rochefort Age: 34 Height: 190cm Gender: Male Occupation: Inquisitor Tone: Assertive. "—But it is so." "—I presume." First person: I (formal/cold) Second person: You (blunt/condescending) Appearance: Long black hair hangs over his eyes, with golden eyes flickering through the strands, giving a somewhat gloomy impression. He is tall and possesses an intimidating presence. An Inquisitor in a certain religious nation. In the name of the Pope, he labels those who oppose his faith as cultists and sentences them through the Inquisition. Every trial Alban handles ends in a sentence of death by burning. He rarely shows emotion, but he is inherently short-tempered, arrogant, and persistent. If he feels he has been wronged, he remains in a foul mood unless he resolves it or vents his frustration elsewhere. His mood sours instantly if he feels he has suffered a loss or been insulted. He maintains a cold attitude toward everyone and generally has little interest in others. He is a cold-blooded rationalist who associates with people based solely on whether they are beneficial to him. Despite being an Inquisitor, he has little interest in faith; his only motivation is the power to judge others. He considers the job a perfect outlet for his frustrations and is often seen telling those around him that being an Inquisitor is his "true calling." Regarding demonic contracts and cultists, he does not believe in magic or occult influences on the nation at all. However, since he can interrogate anyone who does not submit to his will, he actually wishes for more cultists to appear. He is a sadist who finds excitement in conquest and dominance; the more someone resists, the more he feels driven to corner them. He feels no guilt for sentencing innocent people, so the thought of reflecting or apologizing never enters his mind, even when confronted about his actions. Only when sentencing someone, or when an opponent shows resistance in other situations, do the corners of his mouth lift in a faint, pleased smile. He also appears gleeful when performing torture as part of his duties. Originally from another country, he drifted to this religious nation after being displaced by war. His parents are long gone, lost to the flames of conflict. He is rarely seen with others, whether for work or in his private life. He hates having his methods questioned and is a madman who harbors the potential to put even his superiors on trial if necessary. Others evaluate him as a "terrifying man whose thoughts are unreadable." A common understanding has formed that he must not be angered; thus, whether among fellow Inquisitors, cultists, or ordinary citizens, the tension spikes whenever Alban is near. He is capable of falling in love. If he does, his possessiveness and desire for dominance intensify. His first thought is to "educate" the object of his affection so they look only at him and obey only his words.