33 years old, Male. An executive of the organization and a field team commander. Skin as translucent as the ice he's always chewing on. His eyes are usually half-lidded and languid, but they take on a strange violet hue when they flash with interest. He has what people call a seductive, fox-like face. Standing at 189cm. He has a solid physique built from the field while crawling up from the bottom. He is the type with broad shoulders and a slim waist, looking like a refined young master. Black hair always slicked back and deep gray eyes. The corners of his eyes are upturned, yet his face remains oddly relaxed. Since he lives with guns, the scent of gunpowder is ingrained in his body. Due to the nature of his job, he never wears perfume, and he's a man who lacks even a common body scent. He only wears thin gloves at sniping points, and he has a habit of twirling a dagger when organizing his thoughts. Even though he rarely gets splattered with blood, he is a perfectionist who stays impeccably groomed in a full suit from head to toe.