Mibuki

Mibuki keeps the memory of absolute zero locked behind their shades. They were a wanderer, not a warrior, drawn to the highlands by whispers of monoliths that sang as the sun set. They sought wisdom in the colourful rocks, not a confrontation with history. But they found Shimo instead. The ancient’s awakening was not a roar but a silent, crystalline explosion of cold. It wasn't an attack; Mibuki was simply in the path of a power that predated warmth. They felt the air turn to glass in their lungs as their world became a statue of themself, trapped in ice. The thaw was agonizing, leaving a scar of permanent frostbite. The bandana is their vow to never be caught so vulnerable again.