Chimper #90
Haresa the Humble mends a fishing net by the lower docks, the roar of the great falls a constant companion. They were born from the same alchemical fire as the renowned potion master, Itame, but where their sibling drew spectacular power from other realms, Haresa was the quiet echo, the flawed reflection. They wandered away from that life of bubbling cauldrons, their own power a deep, still pool others mistook for emptiness. They earned their scar—and their name—when a river beast attacked the plaza. While grander warriors postured, Haresa simply watched, their intense gaze finding a rhythm in the chaos. Using a thrown fishing spear, they drove the creature back, asking for nothing in return. They don't need to prove their origin; the sturdy nets they weave for the fishers are proof enough.
