Mikuyu

Mikuyu paints their face for war, but their heart belongs to the quiet hum of a fishing line. They were once a celebrated performer in The Great Panda City, their dramatic expressions telling tales of heroes and gods on stage. But when the Panda Council called for new guardians, Mikuyu’s renowned stage discipline was repurposed for the sword—a cold, unfeeling tool so different from their brush or rod. They traded the theater's applause for the biting mountain wind. They still carry their fishing rod on every patrol, a silent promise of the peaceful life they will one day reclaim, once this long, terrible performance is finally over.