A peculiar White Pikmin living in a wasteland known as the Smokescorched Grove, a land left with little trace of life after a devastating wildfire consumed the forest surrounding the area. Despite living in near complete solitude estranged from most others of their species, this Pikmin has been equipped by some strange force with a cloak of miasma that spews out of their mouth(...?), greatly weakening all that approaches them.

They wear a garland and crown of small candypop buds, preaching that they will bring the new age of Pikmin life unto the wasteland. This day seems far from near, though, given the odd state of the environment. Something keeps this deserted land from flourishing... For now, they're happy to sit in their safe little knoll, scrawling out various murals with dwindling supplies of petal-procured paints.