Romika

One borrowed sword, two shades of war paint, and a hundred visions that aren’t their own. When the psychic echoes began—fractured images of conflict and alchemy, whispers that felt like they belonged to the master Itame—Romika was just a trainee in the lower barracks of The Teikodian Empire, known more for tending to the wounded than for causing wounds. The visions were terrifying, a chaos of another's power bleeding into their mind. Instead of breaking, Romika learned to channel them. They found that the ritual of applying the paint before a mission gave the chaotic flashes a purpose, a direction. They don’t fight with fury, but with a strange, calm foresight. After each battle, they wipe the paint away, and the face beneath is still their own.