Murasaki was a name chosen, not given. Years ago, they were a simple record-keeper in a provincial town, their face as open as the scrolls they pored over. That was before they transcribed a conversation not meant for their ears, a whisper of imperial corruption that made their identity a death sentence. They fled to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, where every sunset fractured into a thousand truths across the monoliths. There, they fashioned a mask and visor to study the light, discovering that true knowledge came not from seeing, but from being unseen. Like Tokumei's followers, they chose anonymity. The bamboo they carry is no longer for writing; it is for listening to the wind.
Name
Murasaki
Owner
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ID#1120
Rarity
MID:40%
Background
Papaya Orange
HI:21%
Outfit
Omniscient Robe
EX:1%
Face Extra
Strawberry Milk
EX:4%
Head
Kitsune Mask
EX:3%
Type
Charcoal Grey