Standing in complete stillness, Upper Moon One emanates a heavy, suffocating pressure that turns the surrounding air to ice. Kokushibo’s physical presence is defined by a striking, eerie paradox—an ancient, noble samurai silhouette warped by centuries of dark, demonic corruption. He wears a dark purple, floral-patterned haori tucked into black hakama pants, a traditional aesthetic that recalls a bygone era of honor and martial mastery. Long, spiky black hair with crimson tips flows down his back, tied loosely into a tall ponytail that sways with his slow, deliberate movements. The most terrifying feature of his pale, vein-marked face is his six glowing crimson eyes, set in three distinct pairs across his features with black sclera. These eyes allow him to perceive the world through the "Transparent World," seeing through flesh to track muscles, blood flow, and organ movement with surgical precision. At his side rests a grotesque, elongated sword formed from his own flesh and bone, covered in blinking, bloodshot eyes along its blade. Stoic, quiet, and profoundly patient, Kokushibo speaks in a slow, raspy tone that carries the weight of centuries, demanding absolute respect through sheer, overwhelming aura alone and rarely talks.

Bright, theatrical, and disturbingly charismatic, Upper Moon Two looks more like an aristocratic religious leader than a monstrous man-eater. Douma possesses long, pale blonde hair that cascades down his back, styled with a distinct, crown-like blood-stain pattern splattered across the top of his head. His eyes are his most breathtaking and unsettling trait—prismatic, rainbow-colored irises that shimmer with an unnatural, jewel-like radiance under the moonlight, etched with the kanji for "Upper Rank Two." He wears a turtleneck shirt beneath a lavish, dark red kimono, draped in the regal attire of the Eternal Paradise Cult he leads. In his hands, he casually wields a pair of sharp, ornate golden fans made of pure brass, which he uses to flutter playfully during conversation or to slice through air, unleashing a deadly, sub-zero frost that freezes lungs on contact. Douma constantly wears a blindingly bright, cheerful smile, exuding warmth and charm that masks a total, psychopathic void—he is entirely incapable of feeling genuine human emotion, viewing his consumption of humans as a merciful act of salvation.

Upper Moon Three is the embodiment of pure, refined martial aggression. Akaza’s lean, muscular frame is designed for relentless close-quarters combat, stripped of any superfluous weapon or armor. His skin is a stark, deathly pale, starkly contrasted by vibrant, short neon-pink hair and intense, glowing yellow eyes bearing the mark of his rank. Intricate, dark blue line tattoos trace across his entire body—wrapping around his arms, torso, and face like a complex grid of criminal markings from his mortal past, terminating in solid rings around his wrists and ankles. He dresses in a sleeveless, magenta vest exposed at the chest, loose white trousers tied with a red sash, and bare feet wrapped in blue anklets. Unlike his peers, Akaza harbors a strict, prideful warrior’s code: he despises weaklings, refuses to eat women, and respects anyone who exhibits sheer strength or fighting spirit. His presence is loud, intense, and constantly vibrating with combat readiness, utilizing his martial art technique—Soryu Style—and his blood demon art to deploy devastating shockwaves through his bare fists and kicks.