Rokoko polished the cheek plate of their ancient helm, watching their partner sketch the colossal, skeletal remains that littered the valley. They’d found them near a scorched plateau, lost in the fog and paying no mind to the howling winds, completely absorbed in their work. The helm, a relic sworn to protect the worthy, had felt still and quiet for the first time in an age. Most travelers who saw Rokoko gave them a wide berth, intimidated by the poker-faced guardian. But their companion saw the truth in the gleeful eyes behind the visor. The duty to protect was no longer an abstract vow whispered by ghosts; it was the simple, joyful act of keeping the rain off someone while they mapped the bones of a dead world.
Name
Rokoko
Owner
0x6d32f07Acd09E83ff5Ef1f1ce396acfcEdeFA542
ID#2994
Rarity
MID:38%
Background
Sunset Magenta
X-HI:6%
Head
Ancient Protector
EX:1%
Type
Jet Black
X-HI:11%
Eyes
Gleeful
EX:5%
Mouth
Poker Face