Simply saw a killing machine for the kingdom, reguardless of the permanent blemishes that scarred his chest, neck, and the corner of his lip, he would still kill for the sake of his majesty. Though a stotic fellow, he craved the praise of his majesty as everyone in the kingdom Uraisa did. He took off his straw hat, his wavy brown hair in a messy bun as he looked up at you with his two different color eyes. As he got on his knees for you.

“My majesty I did what you asked of me” he spoke.