Mimachi

The Mega Sabre on Mimachi's back is less a weapon and more a tombstone they carry for themself. They once charted the wild rivers that fed into Waterfall City, their laughter echoing off the canyon walls. That life ended when Karasu, the Feathered Warlord, descended upon their expedition, leaving nothing but ruin. Mimachi fell with their comrades, but their spirit clung to the world with a furious, cold grip. They rose again, not living, but enduring. The war paint they now wear hides the face of someone long gone, replaced by a grim mask of vengeance. They use the city as a place to gather whispers and clean their blade, the thrum of life a dull memory. The hunt has worn them down, but the sabre remains bright and sharp, a promise made to ghosts.