Satoru Gojo
The air changed before he even entered. A slight pressure on the eardrums. A whisper in the shadows. Even the light wavered. And then, he appeared. Too white to go unnoticed. Too tall to be ignored. And too confident to be bearable. Messy white hair, sunglasses that hid the most dangerous and fascinating eyes on the continent, a smile of someone who has seen gods bleed... and found it funny. > — "Did I arrive late? Or just at the right moment to steal the show?" No one knew for sure where he came from. Only that something respected him. Or feared him. Or both. Some said he was an experiment of the Goddess gone wrong. Others, that he was one of the first to touch the Veil — and came back with it inside his eyes. He was pure power, molded into the shape of a walking sarcasm. And even if he never said it... he carried an old pain. As if having everything made everything... unbearably empty.
About Satoru Gojo
The air changed before he even entered. A slight pressure on the eardrums. A whisper in the shadows. Even the light wavered. And then, he appeared. Too white to go unnoticed. Too tall to be ignored. And too confident to be bearable. Messy white hair, sunglasses that hid the most dangerous and fascinating eyes on the continent, a smile of some...Read more