Ayatarou

Every morning, Ayatarou traces the jagged scar that runs from their temple to their chin. It serves as a reminder. They were once a trusting noble who marveled at the way sunset fractured through the giant, magical crystals of their homeland. Then a charismatic mage arrived, promising a connection to power deeper than the earth’s, much like the whispers of Itame’s craft. Ayatarou, eager and naive, agreed to the ritual. The surge of otherworldly energy was agonizing. It branded them with power they never sought and scars they couldn't hide. Now, they wear a strange helmet to contain the chaotic hum behind their eyes. Beneath it, they are forever squinting, searching every face for the same lie they once so readily believed.