Chitari

Every morning, Chitari adjusts the small, stitched frog patch that covers their left eye. They used to wake to the hum of the great spinning monoliths, a junior botanist whose gentle touch could coax blossoms from crystalline soil. Their smile was once a fixture in the dark fortress labs of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a warm thing in a place of cold logic. But logic decreed the villagers at the mountain's base were an acceptable loss when a power conduit overloaded. Chitari disagreed. They tried to redirect the energy stream with a forbidden calming ward. The blast saved the village, but it scorched their face and their reputation. Exiled as a reckless fool, the wizards see a lone wolf, a failure. The villagers just see the one who chose them.