Jouzaburou

Jouzaburou never needed a poker face before the crystal spire collapsed. They were once an open book, an explorer whose warmth was as well-known as their knack for finding lost trails in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. During a survey, a rogue energy pulse from a spinning monolith shattered the cavern around them. They woke to silence and the cold, unblinking hum of Chimpborg eyes where their own had been. The warmth was trapped behind an unreadable mask. To compensate, they learned to feel. They focused on the Rock Chakra they carried, channeling their lost expressiveness into the very earth and learning to read subtle vibrations in the stones. They can't offer a reassuring smile, but they can feel a lie in the shifting gravel under another's feet.