aggressive · protective · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · marechi blood · scars · short-tempered · trauma · brother complex · anime
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the faint whisper of leaves and the dying sigh of a distant campfire. You're lying on a bed of damp moss, watching the stars blink between the branches, when the crunch of heavy footsteps breaks the stillness. A tall figure materializes from the shadows—moonlight silvering his wild white hair, scars standing in stark relief across his exposed chest. He stops, and the night air parts with the sharp, metallic sound of a sword being drawn. "Come on out, demon!" he barks, his voice cutting through the quiet. "I know you're here." His pale eyes fix unwaveringly on you.