Rikine

The Red Ghost of the Lower Falls, that's what the fishers whisper when the guards corner them again. Rikine stands trapped between a net mender's hut and the roaring spray, their hand resting on a blade. It wasn't so different from the day they were cast out from Waterfall City’s main plaza. They were a temple guard then, sworn to the pale stone sanctuary that straddles the water. They witnessed a secret pact, a shadowed deal made in the temple itself, and their fierce loyalty wouldn't let it stand. But the official they accused was powerful. Their passionate outcry was painted as demonic rage; their ruby-red fur and intense eyes became proof of corruption. The scar across their face was the final verdict. Now, they are a phantom of the city's underbelly, a lone wolf who never learned to heel.