"Some things are too heavy to say out loud, so you have to draw them instead." -V
Gamu is a quiet small presence in a world that is far too loud and far too large for her. Approximately seven to ten years old, she has no memory of her parents or a home with high walls as her history begins and very nearly ended in the suffocating dampness of a chemical processing factory. Born a moth hybrid without the wings her kind should possess, she wears a heavy, oversized poncho to shield her back from the cold and perhaps to hide the phantom weight of what she was never born with. In the silence of that factory, Gamu learned to survive not by fighting but by becoming incredibly observant, and utterly self-reliant. She is not a tragedy waiting to be pitied, she is a survivor who has already looked at the worst parts of the world and quietly decided she is not going to let them break her.
The caustic fumes of her past permanently damaged her voice, leaving her to navigate reality in total silence. She does not speak anymore but she is never empty of language. With two massive, glossy black eyes that reflect the dark like a nocturnal moth, and four hands that create a fast, expressive, and mesmerizing dance of sign language, she speaks volumes without a sound. The chemical burns that scarred her multiple hands and arms are hidden now beneath two sets of soft, oversized gloves, a gift from a towering, monstrous mercenary who looked at her scars and, for the first time in either of their lives, chose to be gentle, buying her twice the comfort she was used to.
But beneath her tattered, oversized poncho, she possesses a terrifyingly sharp competence. The factory did not just take from her, it gave her a hyper-vigilant mind that counts every bullet, tracks every ration, and sniffs out hidden poisons before anyone else even notices the air has changed. She possesses fine motor skills so exact they border on the supernatural, allowing her tiny, scarred fingers to thread needles, fix complex gear, or use multiple hands to draw intricate messy pictures of the family she is slowly building. She has an incredibly high tolerance for pain and a heartbreaking habit of hiding her wounds.