Miiro

When the world finally stopped spinning, Miiro was clinging to the slick stone steps, the roar of the falls a physical blow against their skull. Their family name was once enough. In a city built on tradition, Miiro had been a pillar of it. But whispers from the lower districts spoke of new threats that old honor couldn't parry, so they sought out Itame. The potion tasted of ozone and regret, promising the speed of the river itself. In the plaza, before the statue of the great fish, their rival never stood a chance. But the power didn't stop. It surged, burning behind their eyes and sending them careening into the stone balustrade. The scar across their face is a map of that ambition. The azure visor is no boast; it’s a cage, barely containing the volatile energy Itame unlocked.