Sumayo

The gem-cutters of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria claim Sumayo’s arrows don't fly; they simply arrive. It wasn’t always so. They were born to a noble house, their confidence a polished inheritance like the family's prized monolith. They trained with a quiver of enchanted shafts, believing skill was a simple matter of aim and lineage. But when a magical fissure threatened to shatter that monolith, their arrows splintered uselessly against the raw energy. In that moment of failure, Sumayo dropped their quiver. They drew their bowstring with no arrow, focusing the last rays of the sunset through the gems on their brow. The resulting beam of light sealed the crack, but the feedback left them forever changed. The whispers now say their power rivals Washi's, but Sumayo knows the truth: their power wasn’t inherited, it was forged in the instant they almost lost everything.