Umagorou the Unmarked

Every time rain falls on The Great Panda City, Umagorou stands on their balcony and lets the frigid drops soak them to the bone. The elder armor they wear is a veteran’s due, earned in a brutal clash with a Soul Chaser whose black-and-white flames were said to brand the very spirit. When the fight was over, every other warrior in their company carried the glowing, ethereal scars of that cursed fire. But not Umagourou. The final, desperate spell had washed over them and simply vanished, leaving their skin as clean as polished steel. They were hailed as a hero but treated like a ghost. Their comrades saw an outsider, someone who hadn't truly shared their sacrifice. They took the name whispered behind their back, “the Unmarked,” as their own defiant truth. The cold rain is their only penance, the one sting they can feel that reminds them of the fire they never did.