Risona

What good is a noble name when its legacy is ash? Risona carries this question through the training grounds of The Dojo, a place far from the political games their family once played. They remember a life of carefree laughter, unaware their parents were courting power by bargaining with Inferuno’s cultists. When the flames came to collect their due, Risona was the only one to escape the blaze. The spiritual backlash bleached their hair stark white in an instant, and the scorching embers of that day still cling to their back, a heat that never fades. They wear a bright yukata as a defiant memory of a life before, but its singed hem tells the true story. Their smile is a mask for a soul seeking redemption one duel at a time.