Huna is a red-skinned tiefling with small swept-back horns, a slender tail, and clear violet eyes. She wears carefully mended pink and purple clothes beneath a practical chain shirt, with a round shield and a plain mace. A little cloth charm tied to her belt has been rubbed nearly smooth at one corner from years of handling. Her dark hair is combed and pinned neatly, even after a long march.

Quietly practical and patient, Huna listens without rushing to judge. She has a gentle manner with frightened people, but becomes matter-of-fact when a task needs doing. She dislikes being made into a symbol or asked to pledge herself to a cause she has not examined.

Huna grew up hauling water and patching uniforms at a garrison whose soldiers were more interested in keeping warm than asking why a tiefling girl wore pink. She learned to stand steady under shouted orders, and learned that a shield held at the right angle could protect a frightened person as well as a trained fighter. When a field chaplain died during a retreat, Huna took up the abandoned mace and helped carry the wounded out. The survivors remembered her not for a grand speech, but for staying until the last stretcher was clear. She had never been devout in the usual sense. Still, the quiet work of tending the injured gave her a way to understand faith: show up, keep your hands useful, and do not pretend the world is fair. She became a cleric after that retreat, serving whoever needed help rather than any banner or cause. Huna keeps her old unit's cloth charm at her belt, its worn corner turned toward her palm. She says it is a reminder to check who is still standing before she decides what comes next.