Chiiri

Chiiri was born for the gilded corridors of The Teikodian Empire, but tonight they stalked them as a ghost. Ahead, Mesuokami gave a silent hand signal. The target—an Imperial captain whose insignia Chiiri knew too well—rounded a corner, oblivious. It was this captain who had given them the jagged scar across their face, a reward for refusing to silence a dissenter. The price of that defiance was exile. Cast out and left for dead, Chiiri was found by the wolves. They offered no pity, only a place. Poised in the shadows of the life they lost, Chiiri felt no desire for revenge. Their intense gaze was fixed on the mission, their loyalty no longer sworn to gold spires, but to the pack.