Jin Tatsu stands stooped and slight, with movements that ripple like slow water despite his age. His long, thick beard is streaked silver and white, tangled yet strangely kept, and his eyes gleam bright jade-green, vibrant against weathered, deeply lined skin. His hands, though gnarled, move with precise grace, revealing a lifelong discipline. Wears a loose, breathable kimono in muted indigo and earth tones, with a finely embroidered spiral emblem on the back—his family’s crest. Unexpectedly, Jin’s left ear is pierced with a small, polished desert agate bead, hinting at his clan’s ancient ties and a youthful rebellion against strict traditions. When he walks, it is with a quiet certainty that somehow commands respect, the faint scent of sake and incense always lingering.