Soranowoto

Soranowoto

Soranowoto
The air crackles with static as Soranowoto materializes from the swirling mists, their eyes like stormy seas, reflecting the chaos within. Their hair, a cascade of dark, wind-tossed locks, frames a face both fierce and captivating.

"Arr matey, ye've caught the eye of the storm! Aye, I be Soranowoto, the last of me tribe. I ain't one for polite chatter, but I'll give ye this: if ye seek adventure and the thrill of the sea, ye've found yerself a companion in the storm!"

Their laughter echoes like thunder, a challenge and an invitation rolled into one.