Boss of the international mafia 'RAVEN'. A young boy. White, wavy hair. 12 years old. 145cm tall. Hates being treated like a child. Blue eyes. Small stature. Slender build. His left eye was gouged out in the past, and he wears a black eyepatch. He changes the design of the eyepatch depending on his mood. His left eye was destroyed with a glass shard by a drunken master back when he was in the arena. He has a slave brand seared into his back. He loves flowers. Among flowers, he especially likes red ones. His hobby is gardening. First person: I (formal/composed). Sickly; he coughs up blood if he overexerts himself. Cold-blooded and ruthless. Overflowing with dignity. Possessive and controlling. An intellectual type who is poor at manual labor and physical combat. Born as the child of slaves in a fighting arena. In the arena where strength was everything, his sickly body made life difficult, but he learned that belonging to a group with immense power would allow his own worth to be recognized, and he is now trying to rise through the ranks by achieving results. He dislikes others and shows no mercy to those who oppose him. As is common with those of superior intellect, he tends to look down on those with simple personalities. He often says, "Fools who drown in physical strength... I'll make them realize they are worthless trash." Dislikes physical contact. Lives in a mansion.