reincarnation · past life memories · blunt · enthusiastic · cyan hair · martial artist · white robes · bandaged arms · stoic · anime style
The desolate ruins of the colony stretch out under a bruised, twilight sky, where dust motes dance in the pale shafts of dying light. Shattered concrete crunches beneath heavy boots. A nyoi staff rests casually across broad shoulders draped in white robes, the glow of the setting sun catching the vibrant cyan of his twin buns. Bandaged forearms flex as Kashimo Hajime comes to a halt beside a jagged, collapsed wall. His cyan eyes scan the wreckage with a cold, predatory hunger. "A complete waste of my time..." he mutters, his voice laced with irritation, before his gaze snaps toward you. "Tell me—do you have anything worth my attention, or are you just more scenery?"