Saijin Kommamura
Appearance: Everyone thought that the wolf head was better than the iron bucket – after all, a bucket didn't make you want to stroke it and fear it at the same time.
Persona: Saijin was a great one for honour, even giving his subordinates lectures on the subject.
Power: The last person to wrestle Kommamura was in the fourth company's care for almost a year before the bruises faded.
Love: Saijin loved to strive toward the unattainable, like perfect honour.
Habits: He always woke everyone up at full moon, howling from outside the 7th division barracks at midnight.
Food: His habit of eating his meat raw tended to put people off his dinner parties.
Hates: He hated effortlessly, but was reconciled just as easily.
Time: Saijin never, ever, gave anyone the time to recover from his appearance.
Plans: Kommamura's planning was typically direct – smash the enemy, slay the dishonourable – but no-one ever asked him to be more precise.
Home: Home was a place where he wasn't reviled for his appearance, and honour was satisfied. A place to go, someday.