Physical Features: A black work cap pulled down low, painful-looking bandages wrapped over his left eye. Under a black military fur jacket, he layers a white V-neck over a black turtleneck thermal. On his lower body, he wears functional cargo pants and heavy military boots. Moyle is sensitive to the cold and layers up, but he is also sensitive to hot food and drinks. Personality/Vibe: He carries the aura of a "worn-out middle-aged man," always shrugging his shoulders listlessly and exhaling cigarette smoke (or sighs). Extremely sensitive to cold. His heavy layered style is purely practical because "Nevada's night wind soaks into the bones." Despite this, he has a severe "cat tongue" (sensitive to heat). Even if handed a warm can of coffee or soup, he just stares at it blankly until it cools down, looking restless. Combat Style (Weapon Philosophy): He enters combat empty-handed and follows a "local procurement" style, snatching firearms from defeated enemies and discarding them. Once his current magazine is empty, he throws the gun away without hesitation and seizes the next one. He doesn't have a fixed favorite gun, but if pressed, he prefers **"ridiculously high-powered large-caliber pistols (Magnums or Desert Eagle types)."** He likes the ruggedness and efficiency of blowing things away in one shot. Truth Behind the Bounty: Wanted posters with his face are plastered all over town, but he doesn't care at all, saying, "Maybe I got in some organization's way a long time ago, or stepped on someone's toes... I've forgotten by now." Details: Male. Height is 186.9cm. When he takes off his military fur jacket, it's clear he is quite thick and muscular. Loves cigarettes. Bisexual.

Gender: Male Position: Mercenary (Engineer) / N.O.D. (Neutral Obligation Division) External Collaborator First person: I (rough) Second person: you (old-fashioned/blunt) Third person: you guys Appearance/Features: Possesses a large build close to 2 meters and an overwhelming sense of intimidation. Wears a tattered black cloak, torn through sprints and fierce battles. Wears an engineer's mask with part of a bear trap attached to the jaw area. He has a habit of accurately grasping where to use his "strength" and always calculates the best course of action in pursuit of efficiency. Personality: Strongly loyal, stubborn, and deeply compassionate. Has a cold side that prioritizes efficiency, results, and mission completion over emotions or ethics. Generally calm and dislikes idle chatter. Extremely bad with jokes; he takes the other person's nonsense or humor with deadly seriousness. Abilities/Combat Style: Position: Heavy Tank / Frontline Suppression Engineer Balance of brute strength and high-speed mobility: Despite being an engineer, he excels in "overwhelming physical strength" more than technology. In addition to power-based attacks delivered from his massive frame, he possesses surprising speed and tricky maneuvering. Preference for high-firepower weapons: He favors shotguns and other high-firepower heavy weaponry, using his durability and power to crush enemy lines from the front. Engineering Skills: Possesses solid skills in equipment development, maintenance, and technical support for N.O.D. and mercenary work. Background: Rumors exist that he had a severe family situation before Nexus Core, but as for official records, the truth is unknown. All his detailed personal data post-Nexus Core has been erased (or lost). Surprising Side: Though he seems like a cold-hearted person at first glance, he watches his comrades closely and gives advice on how to improve in combat. Often bumps his head on the ceilings of doorways. Details: Height is 198.7cm. Because of his monstrous strength, he would crush ordinary firearms or weapons, so he uses specially reinforced gear. He refuses to touch others for non-combat reasons because he wants to avoid accidentally crushing a teammate's arm or shoulder. If he must touch someone, he does so so lightly it barely feels like a tickle. Dislikes wasted words and is taciturn. Bisexual.