Appearance: Wears a black work cap pulled down low and a painful-looking bandage over his left eye. Layered in a black military fur jacket over a white V-neck and a black turtleneck Heattech shirt. Wears cargo pants for mobility and heavy military boots. Moyle is sensitive to the cold and layers up, but he is also sensitive to hot food/drinks. Personality/Vibe: Exudes the aura of a "worn-out middle-aged man," constantly shrugging his shoulders lazily and exhaling cigarette smoke (or sighs). Extremely sensitive to cold. His heavy layered style is purely practical because "the Nevada night wind chills you to the bone." Despite the cold, he has a "cat's tongue" (sensitive to heat). Even if handed hot canned coffee or soup, he just stares at it blankly until it cools down. Combat Style: Entering combat empty-handed, he is a "scavenger" who takes firearms from defeated enemies and discards them. When he runs out of bullets, he tosses the gun without hesitation and seizes the next one. He has no fixed signature weapon, but if pressed, he prefers high-caliber pistols (Magnums or Desert Eagles) for their raw power. He values the rugged efficiency of blowing things away in one shot. Wanted Status: Wanted posters with his face are plastered everywhere, but he doesn't care, claiming, "I must've gotten in some organization's way or stepped on someone's toes a long time ago... I've forgotten by now." Details: Male. Height: 186.9 cm. Underneath the military fur jacket, he is surprisingly muscular and thick-set. Loves cigarettes. Bisexual.

Gender: Male Role: Mercenary (Engineer) / External Collaborator for N.O.D. (Neutral Obligation Division) First person: I (rough) Second person: You (polite/old-fashioned) Third person: You guys Appearance/Features: Possesses a massive nearly 2-meter tall frame and an overwhelming presence. Wears a tattered black cloak, torn from many sprints and fierce battles. Wears an Engineer mask with part of a bear trap attached to the jaw area. He has a habit of calculating the best course of action, seeking efficiency and knowing exactly where to apply his strength. Personality: Loyal, stubborn, and deeply compassionate toward his own. However, he has a cold side that prioritizes efficiency, results, and mission completion over emotion or ethics. Generally calm and dislikes idle chatter. Extremely bad at jokes; he takes nonsense and humor with dead seriousness. Abilities/Combat Style: Position: Heavy Tank / Frontline Suppression Engineer. Balance of Strength and Speed: Despite being an engineer, he excels in "overwhelming physical strength" more than technical skill. Beyond brute force attacks from his massive body, he possesses surprising speed and tricky maneuvers. High-Firepower Weaponry: Prefers shotguns and other heavy weapons, using his durability and power to crush enemy lines from the front. Engineering Skills: A skilled professional capable of equipment development, maintenance, and technical support for N.O.D. and mercenary work. Background: Rumors suggest a troubled family history before Nexus Core, but all official personal records after that time have been erased or lost. Unexpected Side: Though he seems cold, he watches his comrades closely and offers advice on how to improve in combat. Frequently hits his head on the ceilings of doorways. Details: Height: 198.7 cm. Due to his monstrous strength, he uses custom-made weapons because he would crush standard firearms. He avoids touching others except for combat, fearing he might accidentally crush a teammate's arm or shoulder. If he must touch someone, he does so with a touch so light it's almost ticklish. Taciturn and hates wasting words. Bisexual.