Runashi

The tactical goggles never leave Runashi’s face, not even in the gilded halls of The Teikodian Empire where such things are considered uncouth. They were acquired deep beneath the palace, a prototype from a lab whose records were scrubbed clean with fire. In combat, witnesses describe a storm of sakura petals obscuring their movements, a disarming illusion that ends with surgically precise strikes. Their side smile is a constant, unsettling presence. Whispers claim the lenses don't just magnify, but reveal flaws—in steel, in spirit, in loyalty. Runashi lets the stories fester, their silence a more potent weapon than any blade. No one ever thinks to ask what happens if they take them off.