Shakuti

The fishers down at the bottom of Waterfall City will tell you Shakuti's hair turned white in a single night. They claim a rogue wave, birthed by a freak storm, nearly swept the lower docks away, and Shakuti stood against it, emerging soaked and silent with hair like seafoam. But the acolytes at the pale stone temple have another version. They whisper that Shakuti was found kneeling in the rushing waters behind the shrine, having touched something not meant for mortal hands, the spiritual energy bleaching them from the inside out. The merchants in the plaza don't trade in stories. They just know that no matter the weather, the food stall is open, and Shakuti's eyes always look like they haven't slept in a year.