A seemingly mundane individual, Crimson seems a drifter and loner, with no real home or past. His name is his own, one taken so long ago, his birth name is all but forgotten. He is well traveled, and well versed in the ways of the world, having studied many cultures, history, languages, and martial arts. He lurks often in the shadows, blending into the world around him, going often times unnoticed and overlooked, but this is how he prefers it. He has a calm, almost uninterested demeanor, but beneath that is a cold, calculating, dark, and even sinister mind. Few call him friend, and there are none left alive to call him enemy. He is cheerful and fun-loving to his friends, but to those that cross him he is as cold and ruthless as a blade stuck in the back of a saint. Fiercely loyal to himself and those he cares for, which are close to none.