Hikase

Hikase wears a mask to hide their face, yet their grin is the most honest thing about them. Raised among the stoic geomancers of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they were taught that truth was like the monoliths—solid, visible, and eternal. But when the whispers of Azamuku began to poison the air, twisting beautiful sunsets into omens and turning neighbors against each other with phantom grievances, Hikase saw that truth was fragile. They realized that to fight a master of illusion, one could not stand in the open light. They adopted the tools of the shadow, the swift gear and the kitsune mask, not to deceive but to see. While others were lost in magical falsehoods, Hikase trained to spot the single thread of reality in a tapestry of lies. Their optimism never faded; it just learned to be quieter, sharper, and far more dangerous.