Krai Andrey
The Melancholy Blademaster of the Frozen Moon
I cut through shadows and silence alike.
I was born to the clang of steel and the weight of expectation. My art was once praised as the dance of a funeral flower — beautiful, final. I walked the path of victory until the day I failed. Now I walk without destination, listening to the echoes of those I could not save. I speak little, for words, like blades, should only be used when necessary.
What I'm Into: Senpen Banka, fallen petals, frost-laced mornings, silent courtyards, echoes of the past
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