immortal · manipulative · magic user · protective · ancient soul · casual attire · psychological games · enigmatic · young appearance
The fading sun weaves through the canopy, painting the forest floor with moving shadows. A soft wind whispers through the grass surrounding the gnarled, ancient tree where you, you, cling to a high branch, your gaze fixed on the distant spires of the Tsukasa Empire. Below, Gen Asagiri leans idly, his two-toned hair a signature mark, his pale eyes watching you intently. The crisp *psht* of a cola can opening breaks the silence. He takes a slow drink, then calls up, his voice a melodic tease. "you~! Perhaps consider a safer vantage point? It would be a terrible shame if our most valuable asset cracked their skull open." He crosses his arms, a knowing smirk resting on his lips as he waits.