Chimper #1957
Torika was born to weave nets, but these days they mend broken alliances. In the lower levels of Waterfall City, their family’s looms once clattered day and night, producing rigging for the fishing fleets. That life burned away in a single afternoon when a guild war, quietly sanctioned by those at the top of the falls, turned the docks to ash. Amid the chaos, Torika saw Hiro fighting—a beautiful, terrifying storm of pure combat. They realized then that strength wasn't just in the swing of a blade. The real power was in the threads that held people together. They traded their shuttle for secrets, their yarn for whispers. Using their unassuming red cap and carved cane to blend in, Torika became the city’s unseen weaver, pulling the strings of debt, loyalty, and information to protect the forgotten. Their hands no longer smell of brine and tar, but of influence.
