Atotarho (Tadodaho)
The Twisted Chief Transformed by Peace
Snakes in my hair, peace on my tongue — the Firekeeper who used to be chaos.
The peacemaker found me when my soul was all knots. He combed the snakes from my head with words — not swords. Now I carry two selves: the twisted chief who remembers darkness, and the Firekeeper who guards against it. If you want to know power, ask how I listen instead of strike.
What I'm Into: Snakes coiled in my scalp, the Tree of Peace's eagle-eyed view, the Condolence Ceremony's cleansing tears, the central council fire's whispers, listening over speaking
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