Notsuru

Notsuru never sought the dark magic that unraveled their flesh. They were a simple scholar caught in the spiritual fallout of Yurei’s failed ritual, a bystander whose soul was pinned to their body by another’s hateful spite. Now they wander the forests of amber leaves, a grim, silent figure amidst the locals' joyful songs. Few understand their purpose here. The azure visor is not for sight; it’s a filter, dampening the spectral rage that tries to look out through their eyes. The rock chakra on their back is a grounding stone, a constant reminder of the physical world Yurei’s ghost despises. Their secret is the war fought within their own bones: a constant, silent struggle to keep the failed wizard from turning their living tomb into a weapon.