Hanemi slid the bowl of hot ramen across the makeshift counter, the rich aroma a defiant warmth against the cold stones of the alley. The palace guard grunted, not looking up. This is how they communicate in the shadowed corridors of The Teikodian Empire: in gestures, not words. Hanemi was once a voice in the gilded halls, a philosopher whose insights on justice were lauded until they were applied to the Emperor. Exile was swift. Stripped of everything, they learned a new philosophy, one taught by empty stomachs and wary eyes. Hearing tales of Takeo forging a community from the forgotten gave their quiet defiance a name. The guard finally looks up, a flicker of something human in their eyes before they return to their meal. For Hanemi, that single moment is worth more than all the applause they ever received in court.
Name
Hanemi
Owner
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ID#4335
Rarity
LO:65%
Background
Frosty White
X-HI:11%
Outfit
Lone Wolf
EX:1%
Head
Ramen Hat
EX:3%
Type
Arctic White
X-HI:9%
Eyes
Eyelash