Should a traveler mistake the panda fan in Momoichi’s grip for a sign of gentle diplomacy, they would be dangerously wrong. That fan was a gift, given years ago on a freezing mountain peak with the quiet instruction to remember what honor felt like. Years later, deep within the Teikodian Empire, they used it to deflect a poisoned dart meant for an imperial scribe who knew too much. These days, they stand guard in a gilded corridor, the lucky plant on their head a small, stubborn patch of green against the gaudy marble. They never speak of the home they left, nor of the mission that has kept them here so long. Their fury is a quiet, patient fire, stoked daily by the Empire's sun-drenched lies.
Name
Momoichi
Owner
0x632441be5AF889A60650779ca7C0E175470401Ac
ID#1872
Rarity
LO:69%
Background
Frosty White
X-HI:11%
Outfit
Panda Fan
EX:2%
Face Extra
Mutton Chops
EX:4%
Head
Lucky Plant
EX:2%
Type
Jet Black