Muneka

Muneka keeps every scar like a treasure. Others see them as marks of pain, the grim history of a life spent in The Dragon Wastelands, but they know better. Each line on their face, each nick on their arm, is a story they refused to let end sadly. This jagged one above their eye? That’s from a collapsing ridge when they pulled a young traveler from the mud. The one on their hand is from parrying a blade meant for a friend who had stumbled. They don't fight for glory or conquest. They fight for the moment after, for the shared relief and the quiet laughter that follows survival. The world is full of ghosts and rain; you have to be your own sunlight. That's why their eyes gleam. The scars prove they have lived, but the joy is proof they have won.