Khusavir

Khua might've had to slow down after hard living caused an inevitable chronic injury, but he remains good-spirited and tries to help others in any way he can.

Khua grew up no worse off than any other kid on Peklo, but he always had a kind of restless compulsion to mobilize and help others. Without much else to offer besides his own hands and the skills of a man who grew up on a ranch, he joined a loosely affiliated collection of mercenaries and helped organize them into something of a civilian corps geared around helping folks with problems the rest of society seemed to ignore. Missing persons, suspicious deaths, collapsed mines, fires in poor quarters? Khua and the rest of the Mothsmantle were ready to investigate.

He served with them for several decades, always on the move. And that served him just fine! Until the worst happened: an injury that kept him from continuing the rough work he was doing. When forced to slow down, the now-middle aged Khua had to figure out what to do with himself when he had nothing but time.

Now he runs a tiny tea and coffeehouse on the edge of town, though it serves a secondary function: Khua still gets to help people with their problems. It's just that he does a lot more talking now, sort of a crude form of therapy for folks who have no other means to access that kind of care.

TRIVIA
✪ Khua's tail is about as long as his whole body! He uses it to balance, to pick things up, and as a weapon.
✪ He loves animals, and while trying to get used to a less nomadic life, took in a bunch of chickens
✪ He likes to sing!