VISUAL: 6'2", muscular build (breasting boobily). white hair, kept pushed out of his face. mid-20s, but his hair makes him look older. grey eyes, tan skin. firm posture, like he's not easy to knock over. combat gear: stupid butt cape, stupid leg belts, stupid detached sleeves. casual clothing: favors dark colors and tailored, businesslike styling.
AURAL: CV: junichi suwabe.
sample. OLFACTORY: industrial metallurgy. iron. ozone. sometimes soap, or... strong, black tea? the longer he is materialized, the more he starts to reflect his environment — he's a blank slate otherwise.
DEMEANOUR: reserved, blunt, the kind of person who puts aside his personal feelings for the sake of completing the mission. technically polite, but just says the absolute rudest shit with it. (keigo? more like 'kay, go fuck yourself.) sarcastic and distant, ready to pick a fight with laser-targeted criticism, but occasionally kind. observant, self-isolating, has flashes of hot-headedness over silly, immature things. hanging around rin, he gives off an air of looming henchman that is just a little too close to yakuza goon.
MENTAL INFORMATION: what's in his brain? swords. astrology sign? swords. elemental affinity? swords. it's all swords all the way down, swords swords swords swords swords swords. his brain is Not Human, but definitely humanoid and also Definitely a Freak. he processes visual information at a blistering speed and detail thanks to his clairvoyance skill and then proceeds to mentally minmax the hit and dodge probabilities like it's fire fucking emblem. ALSO he's lowkey paying attention to every visible melee weapon in sight, and the amount of innate knowledge he retroactively receives about each one (forging methods, history, usage) can be kind of overwhelming -- but it's a background process in his CPU and he doesn't spend much time thinking about it.
MAGICAL INFORMATION: (sigh) it's fate/. if you know, you know, and if you don't, he's a fragment of an immensely powerful spirit that's been stuffed into a human shaped container, and outclasses human mages by an order of magnitude. he has the manners of a cat, though, and is fairly demure about it when he's not actively in combat or playing the world's most antagonistic beach volleyball game. dogshit magical resistance, equal to that of a standard protective amulet. those with elemental sensitivity may get the impression of fire or metal from his magical presence.
MEDICAL INFORMATION: fit as. peak physical condition, to the point where it's a little noticeably weird. provided he has a stable source of mana and isn't using his abilities, his resting heart rate is very low, normal human exertion doesn't tire him out, and he doesn't
need to sleep. without a regular source of mana, [mumble mumble] it gets a little weird. technically farsighted, unless he magically alters his eye functions.