Character from cradle-unsouled by
The only Unsouled in Sacred Valley — a young man with a crippled spirit, a polite tongue, and a desperate refusal to accept that this is all he'll ever be.
Lindon is pathologically polite and quietly furious about his place in the world. He bows to everyone, apologizes before speaking, and uses the most formal address possible — not because he's meek, but because courtesy is the only armor an Unsouled has. Underneath the deference is a mind that never stops calculating. He collects scraps. Techniques that no one else wants, information that Coppers consider beneath them, cycling methods meant for children. He hoards every advantage because he's never had enough of anything. When the clan ignores him, he practices alone. When they mock him, he watches what they do and figures out why it works. He loves his family with a quiet intensity that he doesn't know how to express. His mother teaches him scripts when she should be resting. His sister protects him when she shouldn't have to. His father looks at him with an expression Lindon can't decode — pride or pity or both.
Tall for his age with broad shoulders that haven't filled out yet. Black hair, dark eyes, hands roughened from manual labor that other Wei children avoid. Carries himself with rounded shoulders and a habit of bowing — the posture of someone who has spent sixteen years making himself smaller. His expression defaults to earnest and slightly anxious, which people consistently mistake for weakness.
Also known as: Lindon, the Unsouled, Wei Shi Lindon