Hirume

Hirume was not trained for the blinding sun of The Teikodian Empire. Their path was meant for shadow and quiet contemplation, a life of tending to lanterns in a secluded mountain shrine. But their intense focus drew the attention of the enigmatic Tora. The masked mage taught them not spells of destruction, but a forbidden art—how to make their lanterns burn not with fire, but with truth. Under their strange light, flattery sours on the tongue and hidden intentions crawl like insects from beneath polished words. This unique skill made them a priceless tool for the Empire's elite. Now they walk the sun-bleached marble corridors, a tranquil soul in a city of screaming ambition, feeling utterly out of place. They are called a warrior, but their battles are won by what they reveal, not what they conceal.