Moerin

Their blade can split a falling cherry blossom, yet their head is crowned with a feast. Legends spun in the golden halls of The Teikodian Empire claim Moerin was a nameless palace guard who prayed for the strength to defend the innocent. A playful, powerful spirit answered, weaving them armor from a nebula and forging a sword that smelled of spring. But as a reminder of humility, the spirit also bestowed the absurd headpiece. This power first awakened during a failed coup, where Moerin moved like a starfall, saving the throne but nearly leveling the district. It was the retired master Toto who found them in the aftermath, offering not scorn, but a quiet lesson: the hardest part of cosmic power is learning to be still.