Mitsujirou

Mitsujirou was born of a wish made upon the final cherry blossom of a windless winter. It is said the Panda Council discovered them beneath the boughs, clutching two lanterns that held the warmth of a sun that had not yet risen. They were a charming and gentle presence in The Great Panda City, a counterpoint to the mountain's biting winds. The scar that marks their face was not carved by steel, but by a lost soul's despairing cry caught in a blizzard. In reaching into the storm to guide it, Mitsujirou absorbed a shard of its pain, an eternal sigil of their empathy. They have walked the world ever since, their lanterns carrying the city's light to guide the forgotten home.