Zerone

Zerone possesses the most disciplined sword arm in The Fluorescent Isles, and a perpetually sticky patch of jam on their cheek. As the origin myth is told in the floating villages, this is no breakfast mishap. It is the trophy from the Great Tussle of the Toast, a duel against a rival whose speed was matched only by their love for preserves. Blades clashed and crumbs flew until the final, decisive blow was not with steel but with an expertly flicked piece of sourdough. The jam landed, and the rival, respecting the sheer audacity of the move, honorably conceded. Bound by a code that recognizes all victories, Zerone cannot wipe away the mark. They wear it like a battle scar, wandering the grassy plains and contemplating honor while dragons occasionally swoop down to try and lick their face.