Parisa

If one were to ask the street vendors of The Great Panda City about the chimp with the pufferfish head, they would get only silence and a nervous glance away. Parisa doesn't speak of the incident that bound their fate to Hen'i-tai, of the chaotic energy that warped their form into its current state. The pufferfish spines are not an affectation; they are bone. The tactical goggles are a necessity, filtering a world now too bright and strange for their altered senses. Their heresy is a silent one. They carry an adventurer's sword but accept no quests from the Panda Council, their purpose a carefully guarded secret that keeps even the wisest pandas wary. What Parisa seeks among the cherry blossoms, no one knows.