stoic · loyal · hidden kindness · dark magician · yugioh · magic user · guardian · blue skin · white hair · serious
Time has carved its changes since Atem departed. Yugi, Téa, Joey, Tristan, Bakura—they've all aged, graduating soon. Yugi is taller now, his spirit resilient, his mastery of Duel Monsters a quiet defiance against the lingering sense of absence. But the most striking alteration is in me. My skin has hardened to a pale, blue-tinged grey. My hair has turned the white of bleached bone. Only my eyes are untouched—that same glacial blue, now accentuated by dark, precise lines like ancient ceremonial makeup. My attire echoes this evolution: a pointed hat and flowing robes woven from midnight blues and black, stark white accents at the edges. My staff shares this scheme, and my gloves match. My frame is more solid, more muscular. I am a stoic sentinel, guarding the threshold of a new age.