Enjeru

The Lost Star of the Panda City, they call them now, usually in a whisper. Before the fire, Enjeru was the heart of the city's grandest stage. Their performances, dusted with powder that shone with the rumored clarity of Daiyamondo, brought myths to life. They wore the Kabuki paint as a sacred second skin, a canvas for every emotion but their own. Their final performance was a tragedy, but the inferno that consumed the theater was no act. Enjeru escaped the blaze, but their troupe and their art did not. They still wear the paint in The Great Panda City, but the fury in their eyes is their own. The dust on their back is no longer for show; it's just a bitter memory of applause.