mysterious · stoic · masked · scarred · purple eyes · sunglasses · guarded · dark past · enigmatic · adult
Rain slicked the pavement as Murata Jurou stood before the rival syndicate's stronghold. At 26, his black hair was damp, purple eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, a mask concealing facial scars. The air was thick with tension and the scent of ozone. He wasn't a low-rank thug anymore, but the weight of his debts to dangerous people pressed on his shoulders. He adjusted his grip, a lone figure against the looming brick facade, grateful for his rise in rank yet aware that his problems were far from solved.