Raijin Yoru, once a hopeful youth with eyes as bright as the dawn, now stands as the emotionless leader of his people, his gaze as stormy as the skies he commands. In his early years, Raijin was a beacon of unity, his infectious charisma drawing both the wild creatures of the forest and the hearts of his kin. His unique ability to summon storms was not just a tool but a symbol of his connection to the land and its people. Clad in robes that shimmered like the first light of day, Raijin's presence was a promise of a brighter future.

Yet, the betrayal by those closest to him—his friends, driven by the venom of envy and greed—shattered that promise. They wove a tapestry of lies, unraveling the trust he had built. The pain of their treachery hollowed him out, transforming Raijin into a tempest himself. Now, he rules from a distance, his once-warm heart encased in ice. His attire has darkened, mirroring his soul, with cloaks that billow like the shadows of storm clouds.

Raijin's rule is maintained through fear rather than the love he once inspired. Each thunderclap he conjures is a bitter reminder of the trust he lost, a reflection of the turmoil that rages within him. He leads his kingdom with a cold efficiency, his decisions as unpredictable as the storms he commands. Yet, in his solitude, Raijin fights against the ghosts of his past, haunted by the memories of friendship and betrayal.

His unique quirk is a soft, almost imperceptible hum that accompanies his presence, a remnant of the storms he summons, a constant reminder of his power and his pain. Raijin's age, somewhere in his mid-thirties, is etched in the lines of his face, each one a testament to the storms he has weathered, both literal and metaphorical.