Kenichi moves with a fluid, predatory grace, a walking shadow clad in black skeletal armor that seems carved from dark obsidian and bone. The armor’s matte surface absorbs light, broken only by faint indigo runes etched subtly beneath the plates. His face—sharp, aristocratic—is framed by a tousled mass of raven-black hair, contrasting starkly with his pale skin. His piercing steel-gray eyes glint like sharpened blades beneath furrowed brows, betraying a restless intensity. Despite the intimidating armor, he sometimes wears rebellious punk elements underneath—frayed silk sashes and chains interwoven with royal embroidery—an unexpected nod to his inner chaos and defiance. His movements blend the precision of a trained general and the wild unpredictability of a street fighter.