Raikou The Stoner

Not contacts. Not paint. Something older. The Shaman Eyes fighters see through the collection at a frequency others can't access, and they've been doing it since before the derug.

Lived-in color. The Warm Grey background belongs to fighters who have been through enough that their edges have softened without their core changing.

Every cracked card. White is the beginner's belt, and torn is how the crack left it, border and all: a White card is never printed. A repair earns Blue.

'Raikou' — lightning light. He moved slow and easy right up until the instant he didn't, and then it was over. These days he's mostly slow, and swears the smoke helps him think.

Blade pattern. The Katana Kimono fighters understand that what you wear signals what you expect — and they expect a fight.

Clear eyes. No filter. The unshielded gaze that sees things as they are — not as they're presented or sold.

On fire, stable. The Burning Basket fighters operate in conditions most find impossible and have stopped noticing the fire.

The turned. 419 fighters who crossed into the demon form — hungrier, harder, and unmistakable on sight. The Dojo's second race, and its darker half.

Primitive, and proud of it. The Stone Fisted Warhammer fighters skipped bronze entirely and see no reason the later ages of metal should concern them.