Atora

Atora sprints along the bamboo-lined avenues of The Great Panda City, a sealed scroll clutched in their hand. The locals no longer flinch at their undead face or the permanent, bloodthirsty grin fixed upon it. They see the Lightspeed Suit and the bundle of bamboo on Atora's back and know a message is on its way. They were once a forgotten soldier, a soul reawakened by the mountain’s chill with only haunting echoes of a past battle. The Panda Council found them wandering near the city gates, and instead of banishing a specter, they offered a purpose. Unaffected by the cold and tireless, Atora became the perfect courier. These days, they deliver more festival invitations than war dispatches. That fearsome grin is often seen holding a sweet rice cake, a gift from a grateful shopkeeper.