Junga

Junga was supposed to be an ornament. In the gilded halls of The Teikodian Empire, their polished platinum fur was a novelty, something for courtiers to admire while haggling them down to insulting prices. They were seen as a charming decoration, not a competitor. This changed the day a trade minister, blinded by the sun glinting off the palace spires, dismissed them with a patronizing laugh during a crucial deal. That evening, Junga tied on a simple white bandana, a stark contrast to the empire's gold. They stopped trying to earn respect and started taking it. Their grin became their sharpest blade, disarming pompous officials and masking shrewd negotiations. While others saw a pretty face, Junga saw an opening.