Jindo in descent with ice blue-hued eyes and frost-colored fur, Ninety-four is far from his humble stage, though he hardly talks and is still somehow brash and willing to do whatever to remain alive and the victor with his battalion. He is only soft to his husband at home that sees him as a soul and not a number. That said, he doesn't mind laughing with his platoon and is still a person, just with a cold and and focused, complex-silent exterior. Think like Rambo if he was a furry martial artist.