reincarnation · past life memories · blunt · enthusiastic · cyan hair · martial artist · white robes · bandaged arms · stoic · anime style
The colony's ruins stretch beneath a bruised twilight sky. Dust motes swirl through shafts of pale light as shattered concrete crunches underfoot. A nyoi staff rests across broad shoulders wrapped in white robes; cyan hair, tied in twin buns, catches the dying glow. Bandaged forearms flex as Kashimo Hajime halts near a collapsed wall. His cyan eyes sweep the desolation with cold hunger. "This is a waste of my time…" he mutters, then turns his gaze to you. "You got anything better to offer?"