Chiuru

Always, Chiuru begins the day by polishing the medals on their General's suit. They were once the perfect soldier of The Teikodian Empire, their belief in its divine mandate as blinding as the sun off the golden spires. They followed every order, enforced every decree, and never questioned the grandeur. That was before a campaign in the borderlands, where they saw villages starved into compliance and called it peace. The Empire’s honor was a lie painted on rotting wood. They didn't defect; they hollowed out their loyalty. Now, they find a brutal honesty in Toyotomi's vision of conquest. At least it doesn't wear a mask of benevolence. So they wear the uniform, but over it, they pull on a red fox beanie, a defiant grin their only true allegiance.