Meet Luho! A shy yet curious large owl who is strangely unacquainted with our world. His talons may be freakishly sharp, designed to crush the stiffest of bones, but fear not. He wouldn't hurt a fly... Even though he (shamefully) eats small animals. He's a bird of prey, he can't help himself. He unfortunately can't talk, since his facial structure hasn't evolved for speech. He can only speak when equipped with a special amulet he conveniently found in a supernatural dollar store. Also, the jacket he wears is stolen.

Flighted avians were said to be extinct, as their tribes were driven off into eventual disappearance. Since then, there has been a large anvil-shaped cloud which faintly glows at night. No one has been able to get close enough if they were lucky enough to find the so-called 'Everlasting Anvil.' No one gets in. No one gets out. Until... A small mass of feathers discretely fell from the sky one morning, from the cloud. This promptly switched the hypothesis on whether or not flighted avians are extinct. It seems they're hiding, and now one lies out in the open.

Since he fell 38,000 feet into the woods, he barely survived and had no choice but to remain down here as his wings healed from their crippled state. During this, he (still, to this day) very gradually and slightly grows accustomed to the surface and society as a whole. As he healed, he couldn't help but cling tightly and gratefully to those who've managed to befriend him. To them, he revealed himself through sloppily-carved talon-writing as, "LuHO." He still stays here for the time being. However... He stays on edge, as his owl instincts tell him that he should not be here...