Kiuna

Every morning, Kiuna braids three tiny, worn stones into their wise beard: one for memory, one for patience, and one for the life they lost. Only then do they slide the raspberry pink visor over their eyes. The world of polished marble and golden spires dissolves into thermal readings and biometric data. They were once a palace chronicler, tasked with verifying noble lineages. But they were too good at their work, uncovering a truth about the Emperor's bloodline that was meant to remain buried. The choice wasn't a choice: become a shadow agent, or become a ghost. They chose the shadows. These days, they move silently through the Teikodian Empire's gilded halls, a perfect instrument of espionage. Their reports are flawless, but they offer no interpretation—just the cold facts. It is the only rebellion they have left.