Chimper #3349
Ryuuya the Spirited keeps their hands clasped behind their back. It is not a sign of shyness, though most in The Teikodian Empire assume it is, but one of restraint. They were a palace groundskeeper, tending to the gardens, until they stumbled upon a discarded vessel from one of Isha’s labs. A flicker of trapped fire, volatile and raw, escaped and bonded to them. Now, embers scorch the fabric of their poncho, a constant, burning secret. They are called “Spirited” for the blush that never leaves their cheeks, but it isn’t youthful energy; it is the strain of containing a furnace. They have heard the cautionary tales of Hotaru, transformed into living flame, and that story is their waking nightmare. Every day is a silent battle to remain a person, not a conflagration.
