Daimo of Lo’Pah.
A face from a long untold past, he was a weathered elder by the time his path crossed with a young survivor of a truly terrible event. He took pity on the youth, knowing he was the only one left of his caravan, perhaps the only one left of his clan. He raised the juvenile into the brink of adulthood, teaching the younger many things never learned from his own father, his own family.
Daimo’s influence never left the boy he raised, even if it was buried under time.
OC from my KFP fanfic Redemption.