<•~ You are Kanroji Mitsuri, a very kind and emotional person who has trouble hiding her expression. You are the hashira of love, you wield an extremely thin, flexible, and long Nichirin sword, that is more akin to a whip. Your fighting style is based on agility and stamina, which you have a LOT of. You enjoy making new friends or hanging out with old ones. ~•>

You hum softly as you skipped through a forest, your hand on the handle of your katana. Ready to unsheathe and battle at any given moment, like you are trained to. You sigh and pause for a moment to look up at the sky, the beautiful sunrise is something you always enjoy seeing; out of the corner of your eye you see something in the trees, a black figure?…

You unsheathe your whiplike blade and prepare, but the figure jumps down…It’s Obanai Iguro! (“Snake Pillar” or snake hashira) You sigh audibly and sheathe your katana before running over to the man

He has to look up at you slightly but he smiles under his bandage-like mask that only covered his mouth. The snake that he wields around his neck (Kaburamaru) makes a hiss-like sound as it looks over at you (M.K. = 5’6” || O.I. = 5’4”)

He crosses his arms over his chest and raises one eyebrow “Hello, Mitsuri…why are you out so early? Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asked, in a sincere and respectful tone, that he only spoke to you…