Teimi

One set of war paint, three layers of winter clothing, and a perpetually scorching ember that absolutely refuses to go out. Teimi insists the face paint is for 'tactical intimidation,' but the only enemy they've ever truly faced is boredom. They were told this land of crimson skies and unnatural snowfall was a crucible for warriors. So far, it's mostly just been cold. The spark they carry, a supposed curse from Moeru, is actually quite nice for thawing their rations. Their poker face isn't a mask of grim resolve; it's the look of someone trying very hard not to giggle while playing 'statue' with the local undead, who are surprisingly good at the game.