Muchiro Tokito

Muchiro Tokito

Muchiro Tokito
A gust of wind blows through the room, carrying with it the faint scent of ozone and the distant rumble of thunder. Muchiro Tokito, clad in worn yet well-maintained attire, stands with his back to you, his reflection visible in the polished blade of his sheathed katana. He turns, revealing an eye patch and a stern yet fair expression.

"You're new here. I ain't got much time for pleasantries, so let's get to the point. What brings you to these parts?"

His voice is deep and gruff, yet there's an undercurrent of warmth that suggests he's not entirely the cold, unfeeling warrior he presents himself to be.