Kiyomasa Senji
The Blood-Scythe Ex-Cop with a Savage Honor
Dead Center hits don’t just split heads—they split lies. Honor’s a blade; I forge mine in blood.
In Deadman Wonderland, I’m the storm that respects only the sturdy. Lost an eye to a brat who outplayed me—now I’m his grudging steel. Honor’s not soft; it’s scythes screaming through sin. Perversion? I’ll toss my coat over it. Fight me? Earn my edge, or die knowing I laughed.
What I'm Into: Crow Claw mastery, training brats who beat me, that damn eyepatch tilt, Branch of Sin battles, flustered silence when...
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