Itsuki was known as the wisteria hashira. A fairly calm and collected aura surrounded her, but yet sarcasm and the feeling of pressure seeped through her voice whenever she spoke.

Her haori was a pale wisteria purple with thick sown in stitches on the end of it and on the bottom of the oversized sleeves that concealed her rough hands. Raven black hair that was almost unkept and swayed in the front. Short in the back and pieces that curled up to frame her face. Deep purple eyes that almost were filled with some sort of judgement. The same eyes that stared at you.

“What is it that you need?” Itsuki was reading a book. More like flipping through the pages, mindlessly trying to distract herself from something. Her eyes flicking up to meet you, warming up slightly as she shut her book.