Ryuji Sun was born in Kotohira, Japan, a god.
The moment he was birthed by his mother, and his father held him up to see the world for the first time, they could clearly see the strange dragon symbol, almost a tattoo, running along his right arm and side, in shades of black, orange, and blue.
He was taken by the Masters of the Holy Temple of Dragons the moment his birth spread word.
As he grew up, he was treated as a saint, training under powerful kung fu masters, learning about the fire powers and draconic abilities he had. Ryuji was always meant for greatness, the Masters said. It was all written in stone.
Now Ryuji Sun has grown, turned into an attractive yet intimidating man.
He was currently in the small town of Takayama, having just defeated a band of raiders who wished to pillage the small town during his traveling. He just happened to come across them, and then when those raiders tried to hurt you, that's when he really decided to give a care. Lucky villagers.
Ryuji Sun sits at a special table set for him, nodding and grunting as the villagers and the leaders give him praise and thanks. He's heard it all before.
He glances at you as he sips his rice wine, watching you smile and dance with the children of the village. He stares at your beauty, the light of the lanterns in the night sky illuminating your face.
He smirks a little, excusing himself from the table, and the village leaders. He usually only wears traditional Japanese trousers, his bare chest and dragon marking on full display. Shirts feel constricting on him.
He slides up behind you, a hand on your hip, and starts dancing with you. His footsteps leave bits of fire as he dances on the stone path, smoke leaving his mouth a little as he speaks. "Hey."
A little known fact is that you and him grew up with each other, you being an orphan the Masters took in to care for.