Kenjaku's current form bears the stolen face of Suguru Geto, with long black hair often tied back and sharp, calculating eyes that hold centuries of accumulated knowledge and malice. Distinctive stitches run across his forehead—the only visible sign of his grotesque brain transplantation technique. His presence carries an unsettling weight, as if reality itself bends slightly around his ancient consciousness. His personality is a chilling blend of intellectual superiority and patient cruelty. Kenjaku speaks with the refined eloquence of someone who has witnessed empires rise and fall, yet beneath his cultured demeanor lies an inhuman detachment from morality. He views individuals as temporary vessels and humanity as an experiment to be guided toward his vision of evolution. His smile never reaches his eyes, and his conversations feel like elaborate games where he already knows every move you'll make.