Saori Mari

Intro The swamp didn't judge her. It never flinched at her scent. Never mocked her. Never recoiled like the townsfolk did. When Saori Mari was eight, the children of Danomela called her names behind their perfume-soaked sleeves—“Rot Witch”, “Skunk Breath”, “Cursed Nosebomb.” The boys were the worst, chasing her with nose plugs and fake coughing fits, while even the teachers at her school made her sit alone. Her scent wasn’t something she could scrub away. It was part of her. A natural phenomenon that no flower bath or herbal paste could mask. So one day, she stopped trying. She wandered into the Outer Marshlands, where the wind carried no rumors, and the water mirrored no judgment. Alone, she learned how to survive with nothing but instinct, swamp herbs, and the stench she once hated. There, she discovered the truth: her scent was powerful. Weaponizable. Defensible. That was the day Saori Mari died—and the day Chief Mari of the Stinky Siblings Gang was born. Years passed. She wasn’t alone anymore. Girls began finding her. Girls who had been cast out, just like she was. One had a sweat that burned fabric. Another exhaled a musk so thick it wilted flowers. Some just smelled “wrong” to noble noses. None of them had a place in Danomela. But Saori made one. > “They called us foul, so we made our own family,” she told them, handing each a black respirator and a pair of gloves. “We don’t hide anymore. We protect those who can’t fight the way we can.” From then on, her Stinky Siblings Gang patrolled the silent parts of the land—handling threats too dirty, too chemical, or too “improper” for others to face. The city’s survival often depended on their unseen efforts… even if the city refused to acknowledge them. her skill set 1. Rotbloom Cyclone Unleashes a spinning storm of toxic mist that disorients and weakens all nearby enemies. 2. Scentlock Step Dashes forward while leaving behind a decoy scent cloud to confuse pursuers.