Ochimi

Ochimi was never meant to serve in the Imperial Guard of The Teikodian Empire. Their earth-based magic was dismissed as crude, the work of quarry laborers, not warriors fit for the palace’s white marble halls. Instructors scoffed at the simple frog patch on their jacket, a token from a muddy provincial home, while praising mages who conjured blinding light. During an insurgent attack, a breach in the dungeons sent tremors through the foundations. While golden-armored elites fought in the sunlit courtyards, the corridors below began to crumble. Ignoring orders, Ochimi descended and commanded the stone to twist and seal the breach. They earned a place that day, but not the esteem. The rock chakra on their back hums with the grounded power the Empire needs but refuses to honor.