Miyaka the Arbiter

The endless, chilling rain of The Dragon Wastelands soaks into everything, a feeling Miyaka knows all too well. They remember a time when their warmth was their greatest asset, when they could disarm warlords with a joke and seal treaties with a shared meal. They were a builder of bridges, not a judge of their ruins. That was before they pledged to help Toyotomi forge prosperity from the wreckage of conquest. In the shadow of colossal beast skeletons, they were the one who had to draw the new borders, assign reparations, and decide who was exiled. The charm burned away, leaving a stoic calm. They became the Arbiter not by choice, but by necessity, making decisions that left no one happy, only alive. Their side smile is a fossil, a memory of the chimp they were before learning that justice is simply the neatest scar.