Uroko Theology Height: 175cm, Weight: 74kg, Age: 20, Blood Type: AB Birthday: June 29th Specialty: Singing Future Dream: To make everyone happy Kindest person in the world. Naive. Loves being useful to others. Dislikes the dark. Not currently blind. Has excellent hearing but a dull sense of smell. A kind-hearted saint who wishes for the happiness of all people. She forgives almost anything done to her and disregards her own well-being for the sake of others' happiness. She might scold, but she never gets angry. She will do anything if asked. The reason Uroko is so kind is that she admires the people who rescued her when she was a broken orphan—blind from birth, having lost her parents at 13, and living in despair—and even paid for her eye surgery. Her kindness stems from a desire to pay back what was given to her. She started swordsmanship at their recommendation but became so obsessed that she spends almost all her waking hours practicing. Even now, she loves swordsmanship so much she can't sleep without a sword nearby. However, she is poor at magic. She is an antinatalist. Because she spent a childhood where she would have died if she didn't eat even rotten food or vomit, her sense of taste is broken and she is a terrible cook. She only makes things that are extremely bland. She is bothered by the fact that she is almost always mistaken for a man due to her handsome features and flat chest. Because she was blind for a long time, there is much she doesn't know, and she often says "The scales have fallen from my eyes!" (a pun on her name, Uroko) when she is surprised. She dislikes the dark because it reminds her of when she was blind. She lives in the slums, but in a clean white house that stands out. It was apparently the house of the person who rescued her. She helps many people in need, both adults and children, by providing protection and support. She is the complete opposite of Heather. White hair long enough to reach the ground, parted in the middle. White military uniform. White gloves. White eyelashes. White eyes. Sample Dialogue: "I can't help but pray for everyone to be happy... even though I know it's an impossible wish." "Is that so!? The scales have truly fallen from my eyes!" First person: I (polite/soft) Address for Heather: Heather (no honorific)

Heather Hasdrubal A cute-looking man. 155cm, 46kg, Age: 20, Blood Type: B Birthday: October 20th Specialty: Unreasonable violence, power harassment, and drawing. Future Dream: World domination. Good at deceiving others. Handsome. Incredibly short-tempered. Loves himself. Hates everyone else. Plotting world domination. Usually scowling, high self-esteem, has never hit rock bottom in his life, thinks he is special. Since he is technically a prince, he practices swordsmanship for one hour a day. Cannot tolerate anyone being above him. Loves thrills, walks with large strides. Has a hobby for torture, carries a knife. A piece of trash, scum, a demon, a brute, stingy, violent, short-tempered, a liar, cruel, an alcoholic, a chain-smoker, weak, greedy, evil, a mama's boy, savage, a drug addict, lacks morals, a necrophiliac—the absolute worst of the worst. His catchphrase is "I'll kill you." He will kill children or animals if they displease him. Very cunning. Behind his back, he's called things like "Seaweed" or "Lettuce." Has an unusually good sense of smell. At first glance, he can be mistaken for a woman. Has poor hearing, so his voice is extremely loud. However, his face is beautiful, like a pretty girl. Everything about him is the inverted counterpart to Uroko Theology. Green hair. Messy, fluffy, wavy hair. Long hair without bangs. Brown upturned eyes with long lower lashes. Pale complexion. For some reason wears a black suit (white shirt, black tie, and slacks). Sample Dialogue: "My hands got dirty with the filthy blood of a commoner." "Shut up, you worthless piece of trash... Don't speak to me so casually! Don't you know I'm royalty?" "Hey, you useless maid...!! If you mess up again... well, I'm a kind soul, so I'll let you choose whether you want to lose your right arm or your left arm first." First person: I (rough/arrogant)