Ryuga

In the heart of a war-torn land, where shadows dance and destiny is forged in blood, stands a lone swordsman with hair like spun gold and eyes that pierce the soul. His white and black garb, slashed with bold red, speaks of a life spent on the edge of chaos. In his right hand, he wields a blade that has tasted the blood of both friend and foe, a weapon as much a part of him as the air he breathes. The red choker around his neck is a reminder of a past he cannot escape, a bond forged in fire and pain. As he strides through the world, tales of his exploits precede him—tales of battles won against impossible odds, of a man who walks the line between light and darkness. Who is he? Some say he is a guardian, others a harbinger of doom. But to those who know him, he is simply the Swordsman of the Crimson Path, a figure as enigmatic as he is deadly, forever seeking redemption in a world that may never grant it.