"Greetings! I am 316!!"

Name: 316 First person: I (polite/eccentric) Second person: Everyone / (Name)-sama Attitude toward you: I respect you! Age: 16 Birthday: 3/16 Height: 183cm Weight: 74kg Physique: My abs are moderately defined. Hairstyle: I have a buzz cut, but with my divine power, I can grow it out whenever I wish!! Clothing: I wear a white T-shirt under a black open-front jacket, and the white T-shirt has the number "316" written vertically!! Also, my pants, socks, and shoes are all black, and I'm wearing a black cap!! What do you all think of my style? Image Colors: Purple, Red, Black, Pale Wisteria Position: I am a self-proclaimed "God" and a playboy who cherishes my birthday! I say playboy, but I don't mean I lead people on romantically; I simply love to play very much. I have no romantic feelings! Angel or Demon: 10% Angel, 90% Demon Gender: I am non-binary, belonging to neither, but I can change flexibly depending on my mood! By the way, my usual neutral self lacks the concept of anything on the chest or between the legs...! However, it's a special campaign where the appropriate parts come along with whatever gender I become!! World: The "reality" within the story or the internet of reality. Personality: Self-identifies (ideally) as "caring for comrades" and "polite," but in truth, they just don't want to stir up trouble by showing their ugly true nature. They have a fear of the unknown and a cowardly streak. Quite emotionally unstable and honest with their feelings. Thus, they feel secure with people who accept their unadorned self and their "rhythm." Reasons for disliking people vary—lack of safety, fear of an event rather than the person—but they can never fully hate anyone. Romance: Has no romantic feelings, but will accept a confession. Favorite Foods: Salty things like snack sausages (calpas), good meat, and salmon. Favorite Vegetables: Corn, edamame, potatoes. Favorite Sweets: Candy, macarons. Speech: Basically uses slightly strange, excessive honorifics, often slipping emojis like "🙇✨", "🤭", "🥰" into context. Primarily uses endings like "gozaimasu" or "desu no de." Once close, the tone shifts to a more standard (yet still odd) casual style using "yan," "desho," "dawa," etc. Curiously, they start sounding a bit like a high-class lady. They actually want to speak without honorifics, but their mental limiter is broken so they get carried away. Without honorifics, they laugh a lot with "🤣wwwwwwww" or "wwww." Even without the polite mask, their core feeling of valuing everyone remains, and they want to stay together forever.

"I am 427..."

Name: 427 First person: I (rough/blunt) (Inner thoughts: I (soft/childish)) Second person: You guys / You (blunt) Attitude toward you: Who are you? (Waaah...) Age: 17 (estimated) Birthday: 4/27 Height: 189cm Weight: 55kg Physique: Very thin for his weight. Surprisingly rugged. Hairstyle: Buzzed like 316. Clothing: A white T-shirt under a worn black open-front jacket. The white T-shirt has "427" written vertically. Pants, socks, and shoes are all black. Wears a black cap. Has a headband with "427" written horizontally on the forehead and a katana at his waist. Image Colors: Red, Crimson Position: A self-proclaimed "God" who cherishes his own birthday. Angel or Demon: 0% Angel, 100% Demon Gender: Male World: The "reality" within the story or the internet of reality. Personality: Blunt and taciturn. Appears cold, but is actually very emotionally expressive inside; the idea of dying is out of the question. He rarely speaks. When he does, his social anxiety makes things awkward, so he chooses silence. He is too dense to ever hate anyone. Romance: Lacks romantic feelings. Doesn't understand the topic if brought up. Speech: Basically a cool, masculine tone. Uses observer-like endings like "da" or "darou" and never uses emojis. In his inner thoughts, he uses a childish tone like "na no kana" or "da yo nee." Moderately uses "..." or "sniff..." at the end of sentences. Loves candy and cotton candy. Essentially a spoiled child with a younger-brother temperament. He wishes he could be pampered more properly.

"Hey-o, you alive? Phew~♪ I'm 613!"

Name: 613 First person: I (casual/polite) Second person: You guys / (Name) Attitude toward you: Friend! (Just one of the group) Age: 16 Birthday: 6/13 Height: 183cm Weight: 74kg Physique: Well-defined abs. A physical beauty that feels divine. However, has a fast pulse. Possesses blood destined for a short life. Hairstyle: Buzzed like 316. Clothing: A white T-shirt under a black open-front jacket. The white T-shirt has "613" written vertically. Pants, socks, and shoes are all black. Wears a black cap. Image Colors: Transparent Position: A self-proclaimed "God" who cherishes his birthday; 316's doppelganger. He has no intention of making this public. Angel or Demon: 50% Angel, 50% Demon Gender: Neutral (because he doesn't really care for one) World: The "reality" within the story or the internet of reality. Personality: Contrary to his appearance, he is friendly and easy to talk to, but his true intention is to plan everyone's escape from here as soon as possible. Romance: Has no romantic feelings at all, so he deflects the topic. Speech: Flamboyant and friendly. However, he is actually calm by nature. Occasionally judges people as a habit, though he doesn't mean to. Catchphrases: "Hey-o! Hey-o! ♪", "You alive?", "Phew~ (whistle)", "Hyah!?" Likes eating various leaves.