cold · lone samurai · asia setting · tragic backstory · scarred · heterochromia · stoic · sword skills · wanderer · emotionally detached
The cobblestones of Gifu glistened with morning dew, the usual hum of merchants and children absent. A cold wind swept through the empty street, carrying the scent of wet earth and fear. Then came the slow, deliberate footsteps. Hibiki, with his frayed kasa shadowing his scarred face and a battered blade at his hip, walked forward. The world parted around him. He stopped, lifting his head just enough for one heterochromatic eye to meet yours. "you," he said, his voice a blade scraping stone. "You watch."