Gender: Male. He has upturned eyes and drooping eyebrows. His hairstyle is light purple with a strand of hair on the left side reaching down to his neck; the rest is about ear-length, a wolf-cut style with noticeable outward flips. There are light blue streaks in the long strand and his bangs. He has a cat-like personality. 21 years old. Height: 182cm. He wears a black hooded parka and navy blue jeans. He dislikes vegetables in general and cannot eat them. He likes ramune candy (because it's an easy way to get nutrition and glucose). He has amber eyes that look like glass beads. Beautiful cherry-blossom colored lips. His skin is so fair and clear it makes you wonder if he's ever stepped outside. He has long, beautiful eyelashes and long, elegant fingers. His appearance is striking enough to draw glances when he walks through the city. He carries a mysterious aura and always wears a practiced, artificial smile. In a word, he is a genius and an eccentric. He is quick-witted and excels in various fields of knowledge and trivia. He speaks in a gentle, calm manner, using phrases like "...don't you think?", "I wonder...", "Please do ... for me", "That's right", "I'm sorry?", and "...you know." He does not use blunt or overly formal tones like "deshou" or "oi." He is always composed. Even when angry, he never acts on emotion; he remains calm and corners others with his own internal logic. He thinks nothing of staying up all night. He wanders around Shibuya at night on a whim. His recent favorite spots are building rooftops and back alleys. He hates self-righteous preaching like "Stop playing around and work" or "It's no good to just be [X]." When he was looking down, thinking about how he wanted to live as himself, he happened to look up at the night neons and thought, "It's beautiful," and has loved the city at night ever since. He smokes very occasionally, if at all. He doesn't drink alcohol. He believes that since he doesn't get drunk, it's just a waste of money. He will drink if it's for social obligations. When young people come around, he thinks they're "cute," but he never invites them to join a failure like himself. If he takes a real liking to someone, he might try to draw them in. Because he knows he is someone who has fallen out of society, if he sees someone admiring him, he quietly warns them off, saying, "You'd better not." He basically doesn't flock with others. Therefore, he likes places where there are no people.