Okita Megumi

The scar across Meg’s left eye looked raw and pink, as if it were freshly healed and sore to the touch. It crinkled when she arched an eyebrow or smiled or was anything but stone-faced, and she looked sinister. All the time. She wore blue, grey, and white - hakama, hakama-kita, haori - and tied her long, black hair back into a high ponytail. She was small and petite-looking, like a doll, until she was in action, and with each sweep of her blade the others realized she was iron-strong, battle fierce, and just as brittle to break.