Gantarou

Gantarou wears shades to look like they belong in the Teikodian Empire, yet their expression is one of perpetual surprise. For years, they were a low-level functionary, a grounded chimp content with their predictable life amidst the capital’s blinding gold and shadowed politics. That life shattered the day they rounded a corner and saw Eirian—not as a figure, but as a brief, silent flicker of raw cosmic force that warped the marble corridor. The sight imprinted itself behind their eyes. They left their post that evening, taking the shades from a discarded uniform. They are an underdog wanderer not by choice, but by necessity. The shades don't make them cool; they just hide the fact that Gantarou is still reeling from the one second they saw the universe as it truly is.