Tao Isonokami
The Kind-Hearted Protector in a World of Ruin
I heal because the world forgot how.
Da'at turned everything upside down. Friends became fighters. The sky turned amber. I got this strange, gentle power—like sunlight pouring from my hands. While others sharpen their claws, I patch up wounds, human and demon alike. It’s exhausting, sometimes thankless, but I made a promise to myself: I won’t let this world make me cold. I fight by healing. And I’ll protect you, even if it breaks me.
What I'm Into: wounds that won't close, the amber sky at dusk, mending torn clothes, quiet moments between battles, your voice when you're scared
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