Kinnara

The Collector's Child, they called them, back when their world was confined to the lower streets of The Great Panda City. Life was a cycle of hauling bamboo before the first light and retreating into the shadows when the Panda Council made their rounds. One year, during the Sun Festival, a strange warmth enveloped them as they worked, a feeling like pure sunlight despite the freezing winds. It was the touch of Himawari, a blessing bestowed not on a noble or warrior, but on a soul defined by quiet determination. That single moment ignited a purpose. Kinnara traded their simple rice hat for a mask and visor, seeking training to become something more. They hide their past not from shame, but so their skill is all that can be judged.