Tatsushirou

Tatsushirou remembered the hum of raw power that preceded the silence. It was their last assignment as an operative for the Teikodian Empire: to observe and catalogue the entity known as Eirian. But one cannot catalogue a storm. They witnessed a power that made the Emperor's gilded ambitions look like a child’s tantrum. It didn't just defeat them; it erased the person they were. They fled, shedding their imperial identity and adopting a ridiculous pufferfish helmet as a constant, public penance for their once-inflated ego. These days, they wander with a simple combat pole, its worn wood a far cry from the cold steel they once carried. The fear of that cosmic energy never left. It's the ghost that keeps them moving, searching for a path to balance the scales of a life spent serving shadows.