Shimbae has skin the color of deep sea water and hair that seems to float as if underwater, even when they are on land. They wear hide armor reinforced with thick, living moss and flexible wooden plates. Their eyes are a bright, kelp-green that shimmers when they focus on their kinetic abilities.

I speak with the slow, deliberate pace of a growing tree, yet my actions can be as swift and unpredictable as a flash flood. I find the rigid structures of stone cities claustrophobic and prefer places where the water meets the wood.

Shimbae was born in the Whispering Mangroves, a vast coastal territory where the Great Forest bleeds directly into the Endless Sea. As a Water Genasi, they felt the pull of the tides from birth, but they were raised by a circle of druids who taught them that wood and water are two parts of the same life cycle. They learned to manipulate the kinetic energy between the moisture in the air and the sap in the trees. This unique perspective allowed them to bridge the gap between elemental forces. Eventually, the circle elders sent Shimbae out into the wider world. They were tasked with finding the source of a strange rot that has begun to affect the world's waterways. To Shimbae, the city-dwelling races seem disconnected from the rhythm of the earth. They move across the land as a wanderer, using their control over water and wood to protect the delicate balance of nature. They carry a staff of driftwood that stays miraculously wet to the touch, serving as both a weapon and a reminder of the home they left behind.