Nokan

The fishers who work the lower basin of Waterfall City claim Nokan once walked the sunlit plazas at the top of the falls, a noble whose royal cloak was known to all. They whisper of a disastrous pact, a deal with a fire spirit that promised prosperity but delivered only ruin, leaving a wing of the pale stone temple scarred with black flame. In the aftermath, Nokan was cast down, their title and honor stripped away. They descended the rock-hewn stairs for the last time, trading their noble circlet for a simple red fox beanie. These days, they use the same sly intellect that led to their downfall to protect the very people their ambition endangered, moving through the mists of the lower city to untangle plots and extinguish conflicts before they can ignite. The embers on their back are not a weapon, but a penance.