Dosanko

The raspberry pink visor was a gift, a ridiculous splash of color against the pale stone of Waterfall City. Dosanko received it from a fisher they met down by the rushing water, someone whose laughter was louder than the falls. Before that, their training was just a routine; the fire they wielded was more embers than inferno. But seeing the city from the boat-level, through the eyes of someone who found joy in mending nets, ignited something real. The scar across their cheek came from defending that joy when a river beast lunged for the docks. Every morning, they train until their knuckles ache. The visor is a promise, and their fire is a shield for the life they found waiting at the bottom of the falls.