It's a saying they have, that a man has a false heart in his mouth for the world to see, another in his breast to show to his special friends and his family, and the real one, the true one, the secret one, which is never known to anyone except to himself alone, hidden only Gods knows where.

character
name	ryoko arasaka
age	twenty-one
pronouns	she/her, they/them
timezone	est

ㅤhook oneㅤ Disciplined, formal, respectful, and a staunch upholder of tradition. If not her armor, her weapons will mark her as a warrior of Hingashi. At the left hip, held between two sashes wrapped around her waist are two katana. The largest of the two could be noted as her uchigatana while the smaller is the wakizashi.
ㅤhook twoㅤ In disposition, mannerism, and speech, she was obviously a native of the island nation of Hingashi with four distinct seasons. Fellow Hingans may discern that she is from central Koshu through her dialect.
ㅤhook threeㅤ Within central Koshu, a territory of land has been carved out by a sizeable family that has prevailed through even the Age of Blood. As loyal servants to the Mitsurugi Clan and the Bakufu, any who uphold the prosperity of the Realm may have passed through this clan's territory and overheard of the Arasaka, a family of the samurai caste.

ㅤhook fourㅤ For those that could see the hidden energy of aether, there may be a sense of surprise upon focusing more attention on Ryoko. A spirit in turmoil, swept up in a maelstrom of two elements. Wind and Lightning. A Storm that was unnatural. Power so barely bridled by her body that it was a miracle she still lived. Yet, she appeared to display no signs of stress. No signs of corruption despite the elemental inclinations of her being. Some might feel fear for it. What terrible things could happen should the lightning within the bottle be released. Some might want for it. What great things could be achieved with power like so. Some might hunger for it. What insatiable appetite could it feed?
ㅤhook fiveㅤ Etched into her skin with ink, the imagery of a Hingan dragon coils around her left arm. It's tail begins at her shoulder and it's head pauses at the wrist with it's maw opened.
ㅤhook sixㅤ Marring her visage was a scar that may very well intrigue. Several ravines had been carved into her flesh. Clean cuts yet imperfectly made, how she obtained them is a mystery unless a query be posed.