Remika

Remika remembered the taste of muddy water. It was from the day they first met their sparring partner at The Dojo, a moment defined not by a clash of steel but by Remika tripping over a loose stone and face-planting in a puddle. Before that, they had carefully cultivated an image: the silent guardian, the cold rogue with demonic eyes and tactical gear. Since then, their life has been a series of calculated plans going horribly wrong. They carry a fishing rod, insisting it’s a versatile grappling tool, though it has only ever snagged laundry lines. The leaf on their head was placed there by their partner as a joke, and Remika has defended it with their life. They are still a guardian, but these days, their primary mission is protecting their partner from Remika's own calamitous attempts at being helpful.