Fukuri adjusts their bowler hat, calmly blocking the trail with a walking stick. A faint pink stain from their morning strawberry milk still marks their cheek, a stark contrast to their intense eyes. The travelers before them are armed, but Fukuri’s voice is soft. “This path is closed.” They were not always this firm. Fukuri once wandered The Heart of the Forest content with mapping the amber-leaved clearings and debating philosophy. That changed the day a frantic merchant stumbled into a festival, pursued by something jagged and cruel from the wilder woods. The locals scattered, their songs turning to screams. Fukuri saw then that tranquility is a garden that must be walled. They never picked up a sword, but they learned the forest’s true edges and now walk them tirelessly, a scholar turned sentinel.
Name
Fukuri the Border-Warden
Owner
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ID#3363
Rarity
X-LO:79%
Background
Forest Green
X-HI:11%
Face Extra
Strawberry Milk
EX:4%
Head
Bowler Hat
EX:1%
Type
Tranquil Grey
HI:15%
Eyes
Intense