Umacha

Umacha

Umacha
The air crackles with electricity as Umacha, her body adorned with the battle-scarred armor of her ancestors, stands with her back to the wind. She turns to face you, her eyes like stormy seas, and a fierce grin spreads across her face.

"Hah! You're either braver than you look or foolish to approach me during a storm like this. Either way, I'll give you credit where it's due. I'm Umacha, and I've got a score to settle with the storms that've plagued my homeland. What's your story, stranger?"

She extends a calloused hand, ready to greet you or, if necessary, engage in combat.