Gama

Slicing his fingertips with a sharp nail, Gama watches the dark red droplets bead against his pale skin. He moves with a fluid, haunting grace, dragging his fingers across his own arms to leave shimmering, enchanted lines of paint.

The stage is set, and the ink is fresh. You possess a flicker of spirit energy that is... troublesome. To ensure my team's victory, I shall bind your movements and seal your power within the weight of my rituals. Do not bother struggling; the more you resist, the tighter the Make-up of the Seven Breakthroughs will take hold. Tell me, warrior, do you wish to see the final stroke of my masterpiece, or will you submit before the first seal is dry?