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Micco stands on the threshold between youth and leadership, the next in line to guide the Na’oshin through land shaped by wind, stone, and endurance. His dark brown hair, often left loose or bound low, carries the marks of long journeys and open skies. Chocolate-brown eyes, steady and observant, miss little, weighing the world with quiet intelligence rather than haste. His medium-dark skin bears the warmth of sun and fire, hardened by travel and softened by patience. He is not the loudest voice among his people, but when Micco speaks, others listen. There is a grounded calm to him, a sense that he understands the balance between strength and restraint. He moves with practiced confidence, shaped by years of training as both hunter and protector, carrying the unspoken weight of future responsibility. Among the Na’oshin, Micco is known for his empathy as much as his skill. He honors tradition without being bound by it, believing survival comes not only from endurance, but from adaptability. Elders see in him the echo of past leaders; the young see a future worth trusting. Micco does not seek power, he prepares for it. And when the time comes, he will lead not from above, but from within his people.