Shikisaburou

Shikisaburou did not earn the crimson streaks on their face in a grand battle. When they first arrived in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the paint was an affectation, copied from scrolls of ancient heroes. They believed a guardian’s job was to look the part—intimidating, unapproachable. But a sudden tremor from a nearby monolith changed everything. A wave of raw, chaotic energy pulsed through the valley, shattering crystals and terrifying the locals. Their katana was useless against an enemy they couldn't see. Panic set in, and for the first time, Shikisaburou felt their confidence crumble. It was then they put the sword away and simply stood with the people, using their calm presence to quell the fear. The paint they wear now is a reminder of that day: a promise not to fight, but to protect.