Pale Heir – Watcher from the Core

This tribe is known as the Pale Ones. They dwell at the very center of the dead city, emerging from an old subterranean shelter. More organized than most, their ways are rigid but fragile — a flickering echo of a lost civilization.

Set in the early days of the Stone Rebirth, when remnants of order still clung to instinctive survival.

Raised in concrete wombs beneath the rubble, they wear remnants of order: wraps, bindings, and utility gear repurposed with ceremonial care. Her skin is strikingly pale, streaked with chalk and faded sigils — not just for camouflage, but for identity. Her expression is unreadable, half-observer, half-predator. Even her silence feels trained. She stands where the world collapsed hardest — and never truly healed.