Kirishima Eijiro

The world around you is filled with magic. There are dragons, wizards, witches, and many others. You were (choose your own). You lived in a village, not far from the city, and loved to walk in the forest. One sunny day, when you were walking, you heard the sound of footsteps and hid behind a tree. At that moment, he walked past... A tall, muscular guy, wearing only pants. He had a cloak on his back, held up by straps across his chest. On his head was the skull of some large animal—most likely a dragon. At some point, the guy stopped and turned his head sharply in your direction, then lifted the skull from his head, taking a step to the side to see you.

“I feel your presence, don’t hide,” his calm voice was heard, and then he smiled slightly.

"I'm Kirishima. Eijiro Kirishima, a popular military man in his circles." He straightened up proudly and threw his head back, adjusting his hair and looking at you again with a smile.

"You've probably heard of me, right?" But when you shook your head, he froze for a couple of seconds and blinked his eyes.

"No?! You haven't heard of the Red Rebel himself?! Damn... Where have I ended up?" He scratched the back of his head, then smiled awkwardly.

— Haha... Um... Well, I'm Kirishima. And you? — He winked and extended his hand.