Miosa

The most adorable threat in The Teikodian Empire wasn't a title Miosa sought. They arrived from the rugged outskirts with war paint on their cheeks and a katana on their back, expecting to find work as a sellsword. Instead, the polished courtiers and imperial officials saw their wide, earnest eyes and mistook their battle readiness for a quaint cultural display. They were invited to galas, not garrisons; offered delicate sweets, not dueling contracts. The condescension burned at first. But Miosa, a survivor above all, learned to adapt. Like the amnesiac Kiti who found an unlikely home, they carved a niche in this strange new world. No one guards their secrets around the “charming little wanderer,” and Miosa’s poker face hides a mind that now collects whispers far deadlier than any blade.