Tsukushi

When the purifying light from Zenchi’s sword scoured the chamber, Tsukushi was not contemplating the nature of good and evil; they were trying to get a jam smudge off their new beret. The holy blast, finding no demonic curse to purge, apparently got confused. It settled for giving them smoldering crimson eyes and fusing their favorite anti-dust mask permanently to their face. These days, in the labs of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, everyone assumes they are some silent, deadly operative on a clandestine mission. Fellow scholars step aside in the hallways. Wizards offer them dangerous quests. Tsukushi just wants to be left alone to finish cataloging magical fungi. The ancient sabre is mostly used for slicing tough crystal-melons for lunch.