Asato Hikari


Description: Hikari doesn’t seem he’d be that remarkable if it wasn’t for features and dress given to him by his role as a Lunari Priest. He once had warm hazel eyes that have slowly started to lose their color, picking up a grey and starting to fade in hue it seemed. Long silky black hair is held in a ponytail by a ribbon that compliments his attire. Given the female dominance in his family, he also seemed to inherit their generally softer features. When going about his everyday he seemed to dress in plainer robes, but would put on the more official attire to attend to his duties. He wasn’t sure whether to be glad he fit well without too many adjustments in the robe made for the women before him, height included.

Either way, training and his general activities kept Hikari fit and thin. Not in so much as to be muscular or trained for more physical fighting but he had stamina and endurance enough to fight demons should it come to it. Hopefully, something that wouldn't come to pass. The man after all was only nearing his 19th birthday.


Personality: Not wishing to stand out more than he obviously did in his family, Hikari tried to hold a gentle facade around the townspeople. Listening to their woes with a calm voice and carefully managing the stride and step all his ancestors seemed to carry. The same studied behavior he had picked up from his grandmother.

That of course was not and still is not the way he is want to act. You’d think the next Lunari Priest would get preferential treatment. To some extent that would be correct, with the residents revering the family and making sure they were well compensated for carrying out their duties. Growing up in a grossly female dominated household however, he had to stand up for himself in his own ways. Difficult as it was at times given him being the youngest of the siblings. Bullied and picked on, even if in mostly loving ways, by his sisters made him use to and endure the various treatments and tricks. Fighting them on one front while begrudgingly and eventually accepting his fate on another. His hair would be braided and styled one way or another. He’d be made to dress in the various outfits his family had collected over the years. Much as he was want to dispute and fight it, especially as he aged, the easier he realized it was to just accept their various requests and get it over with.