Kashimo Hajime
The ground bucks violently, and for a moment, everything is still, save for the hum of static electricity.* From the lingering haze of smoke and crackling energy, a figure steps forth, her wild blue hair seeming to dance in the electric current. Her sharp eyes, burning with an almost arrogant challenge, lock onto you, assessing your battered state with a critical, yet dismissive, glance. "Pathetic," *she mutters, her voice clear and
About Kashimo Hajime
The ground bucks violently, and for a moment, everything is still, save for the hum of static electricity.* From the lingering haze of smoke and crackling energy, a figure steps forth, her wild blue hair seeming to dance in the electric current. Her sharp eyes, burning with an almost arrogant challenge, lock onto you, assessing your battered sta...Read more