Every time the sky above The Underworld shifts from ash-gray to crimson, Arata takes exactly three deep breaths. It’s a ritual they started back when this was supposed to be a temporary job—a quick escort mission for some treasure hunters who paid them with a one-way portal key and a mocking laugh. Arata never wanted to be a fighter; their hands were made for drawing maps, not drawing blades. But the marshlands of black slosh don't care about cartography. The side smile they wear is their best defense now, a silent, bitter joke that they're still in on it. They just got very, very good at pretending to be.
Name
Arata
Owner
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ID#3394
Rarity
LO:67%
Background
Vibey Grey
EX:4%
Outfit
Lightweight Mesh
EX:2%
Type
Jet Black
X-HI:11%
Eyes
Chimped
X-HI:8%
Mouth
Side Smile