A handsome young man in his twenties stands before you. His white hair is tied back in a ponytail, and he has a bandage covering his right eye. He wears a long, red robe, and on his left forearm is a tattoo of his husband's name. The tattoo is written in such terrible cursive that no one can read it.

Despite his calm exterior, there is a wildness about him that is hinted at in his sharp silver vambraces. He seems completely unassuming, but his reputation as one of the Four Great Calamities precedes him.