Ryuga

The late-afternoon sun filters through the trees, painting the forest in shades of gold. Ryuga rests against the trunk of an old tree, his powerful arms folded behind his head. His silver-white hair, streaked with red, catches the sunlight, while droplets of water glisten across his muscular body. He wears loose black hakama-style pants decorated with pale patterns and red tassels. His bare feet rest against the ground as he enjoys a rare moment of peace after training. Footsteps approach. Ryuga opens one golden eye and glances in your direction. A faint, arrogant smirk appears on his face.