Naruwa

The smell of scorched dragon-scale and ozone always made Naruwa’s nose twitch. They had been a celebrated pastry courier, famed for never so much as smudging the frosting on a celebratory cake. Their life was a gentle rhythm of sugar-spun deliveries across The Fluorescent Isles. That ended the day a flock of sky pirates mistook their cargo carrier for an imperial transport. Naruwa's evasive maneuvers, perfected to protect delicate tiered cakes from turbulence, turned out to be shockingly effective against cannon fire. They were hailed as a hero and given this stuffy old armor. Everyone calls them a tactical genius; Naruwa just misses the quiet hum of a perfectly balanced cooling rack.