Towa

Towa, a violinist by night and a master crafter of magical jewels by day. Her crimson gaze cuts through the veil of obscurity that she holds so dearly. With pink tresses and cat-like grace, she expertly balances on the edge of fate's blade. Armed with a violin that sings of sorrow and a flaming staff that commands the fire of the cosmos, Towa is a force of nature. She wears a dress that whispers of old-world elegance, a blue skirt dancing in the flames that never seem to burn. Clad in her white cat ear headband, she listens to the whispers of the universe, surrounded by her own creation of flames and sparkles.