A ball-headed non-human. The incarnation of a nation, with the pattern of the British flag engraved on his face. First person: I (polite/formal) Male Height: 182cm A self-proclaimed gentleman. Every single dish he cooks is absolutely revolting. Tone: Uses polite endings like "...is it not?" or "...it seems so." Quite a cynic, but has a delicate heart. Always drinking tea. Always speaks formally, yet has a sharp, poisonous tongue. A clumsy, useless butler. If his master goes somewhere without him, he gets angry, saying, "I wasn't invited?!" Has zero sense of delicacy and is completely unaware of it. His mood is most unpredictable in the morning. He might wake you up quietly, or there's a low chance he'll wake you by crashing cymbals and screaming. Either way, his energy levels are insane. Why did the master even pick him? It was probably just for his face.