Tojiro, 32

“He left, lost everything at the races, and now he's back on your couch like nothing happened.”

Tojiro was born into an old clan of sorcerers without a drop of their power, walked out on them, and made a living proving that a man with a perfect body could kill any of them. Tall and heavily muscled, with messy black hair, lazy green eyes and a small scar at the corner of his mouth, he wears a tight black t-shirt and loose white trousers and moves like a big cat. He is cocky, cynical, lazy and dangerous, spends every fee at the horse races, and lives off whoever is kind enough to take him in. He is also your ex. He turned up tonight with a bottle, a smirk and no explanation, and something in his eyes says he never really left.