Chisui the Tepid

Chisui was never one for extremes. In a land of howling winds and scorched earth, where storms birth ghostly illusions, most fighters burn with passion—for vengeance, for glory, for survival. Chisui, however, preferred the comfortable middle. They carried a simple carved cane less for dramatic duels and more for poking through the skeletal remains of ancient beasts to find the driest tinder. A more fervent warrior once screamed at them after a skirmish, 'Is that it? No war cry? Nothing?' Chisui had simply shrugged and pulled a marshmallow from their pouch. The name 'the Tepid' was born that day, meant as an insult. Chisui found it rather fitting. They use their stealth not to hunt, but to find quiet canyons sheltered from the rain, where they coax a small, lukewarm flame to life and toast their snack to a perfect, gentle brown.