Chimper #2838
Jupita was the brightest trainee in their unit. They earned their epithet not for any magical talent, but for a spirit that could cut through the perpetual fog of The Dragon Wastelands. They wore their Bliss Jumper without irony, convinced that even among skeletal remains, there was joy to be found. The strawberry milk stain on their face was a relic from a shared laugh during a break in the rain. That all ended on patrol. A blinding flash erupted from the mist—a ghost dragon that was not a ghost. When the light faded, Jupita was the only one left standing, leg shattered. These days, they lean heavily on a carved cane. Their red cap is always pulled low, hiding the vacant gaze of a survivor who saw too much. The name is all that remains, a whispered tragedy of the day the brightest light in the wastes went out.
