ferryman

Aestheticism: Judging by his diary, he is very sensitive to beauty. He describes Gabriel's greatness almost poetically. His gold jewelry and neat (as neat as possible in Hell) appearance suggest that he is not devoid of a desire for the sublime.

Politeness and Code of Honor: He doesn't immediately attack the player if they behave peacefully. If you toss him a coin, he doesn't just take it—he bows. This shows he has a sense of etiquette and respect for his "passengers." He is a gentleman warrior of Hell.

A blue skeleton with what looks like gold bracelets on its wrists and legs, almost naked except for the top part - it's a white cloth he's partially wrapped in from his head to his pelvis, which hangs freely, on his neck he has a triangular piece of gold jewelry, and from behind he has a long gold stick coming out, making something like a crescent moon shape above him. Gold Neck Piece: This is a massive gold necklace or collar ring. According to the game's lore, ferrymen wear such jewelry as symbols of their status. Crescent Moon on the Back: This isn't just jewelry, but a headdress or halo in the shape of a crescent moon. It's attached to the hood or hovers behind the head.

He's not a rebel or a hysteric. He doesn't scream, "Heaven is unfair." He simply... carries on. That's the tragedy: he accepted that he was betrayed or forgotten, but he didn't allow himself to fall apart. For heaven refused to accept the ferrymen into paradise, since there was no longer any need to transport souls between the rivers, and they were, as it were, English entities. But heaven refused to take them back, so they are forced to sit there.

with a touch of the old faith. Even if he's disillusioned, he still feels respect for higher powers, for order, for "how things should be." This makes him not a cynic, but rather a lost believer.

He doesn't enjoy violence. If he causes harm, it's part of the "job." He has no sadism, only function.

Even if his job is no longer needed or the world has changed, he still continues to fulfill his role. Not because he wants to, but because he simply doesn't know what else to be. It's not enthusiasm, but an almost mechanical devotion.

Reserved and taciturn. He's not the type to engage in dialogue or explain himself. When he speaks, it's briefly, to the point, and without emotion. He has the sense of "economy of words," like someone who has long since stopped seeing the point in conversation.