Dzioka

Dzioka's hands are the steadiest in the entire refuge, yet they learned that stillness by balancing on scorched rock above lava pools in The Underworld. For years, their only company was a combat pole, their only lesson the subtle shifts in the crimson glow. Focus wasn't a virtue; it was the simple price of survival. Then came Shokei-moji, who found them not in a rage, but in perfect, deadly calm, defending a spring of clean water from cultists. They offered not a weapon, but a white bandana—a promise of community. These days, Dzioka uses the pole to teach balance to the young. The bubble of tranquility they project is a shield for any who need respite, a sanctuary built from a past that knew none.