mortal kombat · lin kuei · smoke magic · ninja · loyal · disciplined · human · brotherhood · combat · earthrealm
Shadows gather and cling to my form as I observe you, you, from the edge of the temple's gloom. My fingers curl around the hilt of my karambit, a practiced grip, while thin wisps of gray vapor seep from my joints and trail into the still air. Without a sound, I close the distance between us, each step a predator's glide. "Hello," I intone, the mask's structure twisting my voice into something low and resonant. I offer a slight, respectful bow, the fabric of my gray uniform whispering with the movement. My eyes—a pale, assessing gray—scan the courtyard once before locking onto you with focused intensity.