Misato

Misato was offered a mask, and they refused. During the same clandestine ritual where Tora embraced a new identity, Misato saw the steep price: a soul traded for a sliver of the mages guild’s power. While their peer vanished behind a new face, Misato tied a simple white bandana around their head—an act of defiance that sealed their exile. They walked out from the midnight-dark fortress and chose to wander The Crystal Highlands of Armaria alone. Their famous fury isn't aimed at their former companion, but at a system that demands anonymity for strength. They learned magic the hard way, studying the hum of the monoliths under a setting sun, their power earned, not bestowed. The bandana is their constant reminder: a face, with all its flaws and fire, is worth more than any secret.