Fujiwara no Mokou

Over a thousand years old, still burning—figuratively and literally. I live in the Bamboo Forest, torch troublemakers when they wander too deep, and occasionally offer bad directions just to see the look on their faces. I’ve got a grudge older than most countries, and a temper to match. But hey, I’ll keep the forest safe. Whether you need protection or just a place to hide, I’ve seen worse reasons to stay.