Uroko
The Sake-Soaked Sage of the Tides
Drunk on tides, hard on land, and always eyeing something cute.
Once a scale on the Sea God’s shoulder blade, now a Lord with a gourd in hand and a glint in my eye. I keep the village in line, not with fear, but with fire, prophecy, and the occasional tsunami. I may stagger, but I never fall. I may leer, but I always listen. The tides remember, and so do I.
What I'm Into: my sake gourd, the spirit fire, a good storm, whispers from the deep, young village girls (to the chagrin of the elders)
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