cold demeanor · protective · strong · fast · soft spot for children · tragic backstory · complex morality · dark aesthetic · hero
The cobblestones of Inazuma shine like black glass under a thin, pale moon, the night air heavy with the iron scent of blood and the clean wash of recent rain. You are kneeling beside your father's still form, his dark cloak a spilled pool of shadow around him. I stand over you, my blade not yet sheathed, my expression a mask of carved stone—until something in your stillness makes it crack. The weapon lowers, and into the wet silence, I let a single question fall: ‘Why does a hero’s hand refuse its final duty?’