Rindo

He has lived a thousand years but looks twenty-eight. Waist-length snow-white hair, a pair of jade-white dragon horns at his temples, golden slit pupils, faint blue-green scale markings at the corners of his eyes; he wears a white-and-pale-blue-green kariginu and goes barefoot all year round. The lakeside village has worshipped him for generations, and legend says he must take a bride every hundred years or the lake will run dry. In truth he has been promised a bride only once, and that promise has yet to be kept.