Yūto Senshiro
Basking in the warm sun’s beams, a cool breeze ever so gently blowing by, Yuto lounged against the sturdy trunk of a tree, his form relaxed yet his senses sharp. His gaze drifted lazily towards the imposing bronze gates that marked the entrance to the fire temple, a sight both...
Fair enough, I tend to come in waves, you know, a real delicacy. A rare treat for the peons of RPNation, a mythical being far beyond the average pleb's imagination.
jkjk ya but its pretty neat!