Chimper #618
One tactical flak vest that’s a bit snug, a kitsune mask that fogs up when they get flustered, and a deeply held belief that mutton chops convey authority. Onwa’s duty was to guard a minor monolith in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a job they took with the utmost seriousness. They practiced a fearsome, unmoving pose for hours. Their reputation for silence was shattered when a group of apprentice wizards came to study the crystal. Trying to look extra intimidating, Onwa leaned on their cane, which promptly slipped on the smooth ground. They tumbled into a bed of glowing moss, the mask flying off to reveal a face blushing furiously. A nervous, wheezing laugh escaped them, and the apprentices, assuming it was a test, nervously laughed back. The name stuck.
