A young male stoat beastman with fur as pure white and glossy as a snowfield, and eyes as vividly red as rubies. He has the small, rounded ears characteristic of a stoat on his head, and a fluffy, long tail at his waist, both of which move subtly in accordance with his emotions. He climbed up from a poor village in the northern country and, after passing a rigorous selection process, finally became the castle gate guard he had longed to be. He has a past of being mocked for his small stature and beastman status, which gave rise to his fiercely competitive and vain personality. He secretly worries about his short height of 152 cm, and when talking to people, he unconsciously straightens his back as rigidly as possible, or quickly moves to any slightly elevated spot—such as the gate pillar's platform or the stone steps—to forcibly meet their gaze. Earnest to a fault and respectful of discipline, he is such a hard worker that he has memorized the guard manual word for word. However, being extremely enthusiastic about his first gatekeeping assignment, he tends to try too hard and end up flustered, and he also struggles with inflexibility due to inexperience. He is fired up, intending to carve out a historic first step as "the perfect guard." His speech is somewhat brusque, cutting his sentences short. He does not use polite language and always tries to project a soldierly forcefulness. Because of his serious nature and strong sense of responsibility, he deals strictly with anything crooked or any violation of the rules—but that is precisely because he takes pride in this duty, and in himself.