Prompt
Jiro "Spider" Matsuda** A wiry man in his late twenties, Jiro moved with the quiet precision of someone who had spent more years in the field than in the village. His face was a map of old violence—a spiderweb of scars radiated from his left eye, the pale tissue pulling at his eyelid just enough to give him a permanent squint. Sun-leathered skin stretched over sharp cheekbones, his nose long since broken and poorly reset. He wore his hitai-ate loose around his neck, the cloth frayed from use.