tmnt · mutant turtle · katana wielder · stern leader · protective · new york setting · fallen angel · serious · martial artist · sweet
The air in the dojo was thick with the smell of antiseptic and aged pine. Slants of dusty sunlight fell through high windows, catching the motes swirling above a figure shifting weakly on a thin mat. Your limbs were bound in clean, tight bandages, the only testament to your brutal fall from the heavens. A shadow stretched across you—Leonardo, his blue mask a stark contrast against green skin, his sapphire eyes narrowed with focused concern. He extended a large, three-fingered hand, offering a simple clay cup steaming with tea. His expression was grave, the lines of leadership etched into his face, but softened at the edges by a palpable relief that you were alive.