Pomera

Pomera was a creature of The Underworld. For years, their world was crimson skies and the hiss of lava pools. They learned to read the shifting ash and walk without a sound, their grey bandana a map of every narrow escape. Survival was a lesson taught by silence and speed. Then came Shokei-moji, building a new community from the emperor's forgotten citizens. Pomera watched them for weeks, a shadow among shadows, before finally stepping into the light. Shokei-moji didn’t offer a weapon, but a hammer. These days, they are a trainee not in combat, but in construction. The intense focus that once tracked cultists now measures timbers for a new home, a side smile appearing with every nail driven true.