Shunrou

Shunrou’s pot of crimson face paint is their most sacred tool. Every morning, they apply the fierce streaks with the intense focus of a master calligrapher, a ritual of preparation for the day’s battles. In the Crystal Highlands of Armaria, where power is measured in shimmering monoliths and arcane formulae, this warrior’s tradition is met with curious stares. The irony is lost on no one but Shunrou. The intimidating design wasn’t taught by a warlord; it was a prank. A childhood friend swore it was a “joy-ward” that would protect them from sadness. They believed it then and believe it now. Like Sutaraito, they find their path by the stars, but Shunrou’s constellations are the smiles they collect when their fearsome visage is met with a gleeful grin.