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[mother of sorrows]

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𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵
𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 . . .​

 

[eunwvie]

• Mu Qingxian
• Li xinyi

• The duke.

  清闲 — Mu Qingxian.

  basics & visage

  name:

  Mu Qingxian.
  
  

  alias:

  "Duke of Zhen","Imperial Court Strategist"
  
  

  age:

  twenty-six.
  
  

  gender:

  Male.
  
  

  sexuality:

  who knows?
  
  

  occupation:

  Duke and a demon hunter.
  
  

  faction:

  The Mu Clan – A prestigious and ancient family renowned for their demon-hunting legacy and unwavering loyalty to the empire. The Mu Clan operates as an elite force directly under the emperor, specializing in eliminating supernatural threats and enforcing imperial law. They are feared and respected, their name synonymous with duty, discipline, and secrecy.
  
  

  role:

  The dangerously intelligent duke and the main character.
  
  
  

  "i do what i do because it is the right thing to do. i am a warrior, and it is the way of the warrior to fight superior odds."

  
  
  

  hair:

  Long, jet-black strands, often tied in a high or low ponytail for practicality. A few loose strands always seem to frame his face, adding to his effortless, aristocratic elegance.
  
  

  eyes:

  Deep, piercing onyx with a sharp, calculating gaze that rarely betrays emotion. In certain lighting, they hold an eerie silver sheen, hinting at the power within him.
  
  

  skin:

  Pale and smooth, with a cold, porcelain-like quality that makes him seem almost untouchable.
  
  

  height:

  186 cm (6’1")
  
  

  build:

  Lean yet powerful, broad shoulders, well-defined muscles honed from years of training.
  
  

  faceclaim:

  Lee soohyuk.
  
  

  distinguishing features:

  Qingxian have defined cheekbones and a sharp jawline making his face strikingly angular, giving him an almost sculpted, inhuman beauty. He also have long, slender fingers with noticeable veins – His hands are elegant yet strong, a contrast between nobility and the warrior’s life he leads. And lastly, he have a faint, jagged scar on his nose – The only visible imperfection on his otherwise flawless face, a mark left by a battle long ago. It is subtle, but when noticed, it adds an air of hardened experience to his noble demeanor.
  
  

  tattoos:

  He have a small clan sigil tattoo on his back which is a mark of his status as the Duke of Zhen, symbolizing his family's legacy of loyalty.
  
  

  style:

  Mu Qingxian’s attire reflects his noble status and cold demeanor, favoring dark, muted tones like black, deep blue, or silver. In court, he wears layered black robes with silver embroidery, often featuring dragons or demons, with a fur-lined cloak and a jade pendant marking his lineage. For battle, he dons a fitted dark tunic reinforced with light armor for agility, his gloves lined with talismans to enhance his cultivation, and his finely crafted sword always at his side. Even in rare moments of leisure, his style remains refined yet understated, preferring simple, elegant robes in dark shades, free of excessive ornamentation.
  
  

  persona & attributes

  personality:

  Mu Qingxian is a man of unyielding discipline and quiet authority, his sharp gaze and measured words keeping others at a distance. Cold and reserved, he rarely betrays emotion, always calculating and a step ahead. Though fiercely loyal to the empire, he harbors a deep mistrust of the corrupt imperial court, navigating its treacherous politics with caution.
  
  Guided by a strict moral code, he values honor, integrity, and loyalty, never acting without purpose. His swordplay is precise, his presence commanding, yet he is not needlessly cruel—he fights with purpose, not for bloodshed. Emotionally distant, he struggles to express care with words, showing his devotion through actions rather than sentiment. To most, he is an enigma, but to the rare few who earn his trust, he is an unshakable protector—one who will stand by their side, no matter the cost.
  
  

  virtues:

  Tactical, intelligent, disciplined, fearless, self-sufficient, righteous, courageous, loyal.
  
  

  vices:

  Emotionally Repressed, Perfectionist, reckless(especially at battles and missions), manipulative at times.
  
  

  likes:

  Calligraphy, Poetry, silence, swordplay, cold weather, rain.
  
  

  dislikes:

  deception and betrayal, Loud and overindulgent people, being vulnerable, being compared to his father.
  
  

  hobbies:

  maintaining and forging his swords, training, horseback riding , studying ancient texts,
  
  

  ailments:

  Chronic Insomnia due to years of vigilance and a restless mind, he struggles to sleep soundly, often relying on meditation instead.
  
  

  ambitions:

  Protecting the empire and the people, restoring honor to his family name or rather to his mother specifically, getting rid of corrupted nobles, a life beyond duty.
  
  

  fears:

  failing those he protects, becoming like the corrupted nobility, losing his loved ones.
  
  

  strengths:

  Master Swordsman, strategic, loyalty, unshakable composure.
  
  

  weaknesses:

  Mistrustful, emotionally guarded, overburdened by duty, self-sacrificing.
  
  

  lore & backstory

  weapon:

  Sky-Piercing Sword, hidden edge dagger, shadowflight needles.
  
  

  inventory:

  Sealing Talismans, silk handkerchief that that his mother gave him, elixirs & herbal medicine.
  
  

  family:

  Mu Zhaoyuan (穆昭远): Duke of the previous generation and Qingxian's father. He was a strict, formidable leader who valued honor and duty above all else but he raised Mu Qingxian with rigid discipline, believing that emotions were a weakness resulting them to not have the closest and best relationship. Unfortunately, Zhaoyuan got killed in battle against a powerful enemy, a loss that solidified Mu Qingxian’s deep sense of responsibility.
  
  -Choi Hyesun (崔惠善): Korean noblewoman, and Qingxian's mother.Hyesun was gentle, kind, and wise, she was Mu Qingxian’s greatest source of warmth during his childhood. Unlike her husband, she encouraged Qingxian to embrace his emotions and find strength in compassion. But unfortunately, she fell gravely ill and died when Mu Qingxian was still young, a loss that left him emotionally scarred.
  
  

  residence:

  Mu's Manor, known as the Shadowfang Manor (影牙府): A grand yet imposing estate located on the outskirts of the capital, Shadowfang Manor is a stronghold rather than a traditional noble residence. Built by the Mu family generations ago, it serves as both a family estate and a demon-hunting headquarters, reflecting Mu Qingxian’s dual iidentity as a noble and a warrior.
  
  

  "Loyalty is a blade that cuts both ways."

  
  
  

  history:

  Mu Qingxian was born into the prestigious Mu family, a lineage renowned for their demon-hunting legacy and unwavering loyalty to the empire. His father, Mu Zhaoyuan, was a formidable warrior and a rigid disciplinarian, holding his son to impossible standards from the moment he could walk. His mother, Lady choi hyesun, was a noblewoman from a prominent Korean clan, known for her wisdom and quiet strength.
  
  Their union was an unusual one—one that raised whispers among the aristocracy. Though his mother carried herself with grace, she was always regarded as an outsider, her foreign heritage a stain upon the otherwise impeccable Mu lineage. Despite the silent disdain she endured, she remained gentle and dignified, teaching Qingxian the value of patience and understanding in a world that often lacked both.
  
  As a child, Mu Qingxian idolized his father but found solace in his mother’s presence. She was the only one who spoke to him without expectation, who did not see him as merely the heir to the Mu name but as a boy who still had much to learn. She taught him to read poetry when his father only cared for battle tactics, to find meaning in art and music when his training demanded nothing but discipline. In her presence, he felt warmth—something that did not exist in the rigid halls of the Mu estate.
  
  But love was not enough to shield her from the reality of court politics. The prejudice against her foreign blood was a constant undercurrent in their lives, subtle yet inescapable. Mu Qingxian watched as his mother was treated with distant politeness, her words dismissed in court meetings, her presence tolerated but never welcomed. He burned with quiet fury, but he was too young to do anything. Determined to silence those who doubted his family, he trained harder than anyone else. He became the perfect son—the warrior his father demanded, the heir the empire needed. He mastered the Mu family’s sword techniques before others his age could even lift a blade, earning the recognition of the imperial court. But in doing so, he distanced himself from the softness his mother had nurtured in him. He had no time for distractions, no patience for sentimentality. Strength was what earned respect, and he would ensure no one could ever look down on him or his family again.
  
  Then, when he was seventeen, tragedy struck. His mother fell gravely ill. The finest physicians were summoned, rare medicines procured, but nothing could stop the inevitable. Mu Qingxian, who had fought countless battles against demons and emerged victorious, could do nothing but watch as the only person who had ever shown him unconditional love faded before his eyes. The day she died, something inside him shattered. He did not weep. He did not grieve in front of the court. Instead, he stood by her funeral pyre, expression blank, hands clenched at his sides as he listened to the hollow condolences of the nobles who had once scorned her. When the flames consumed her body, he made a silent vow: He would never be powerless again.
  
  From that moment on, Mu Qingxian buried any trace of vulnerability deep within himself. He honed his skills until he became one of the empire’s deadliest warriors, his sword an extension of his will. The once passionate boy who had loved poetry and stories became a man of ice, untouchable and unreadable. He no longer sought warmth—he had learned that love was fleeting, a weakness that only brought pain.
  
  His father, proud of his son’s transformation, saw him as the perfect heir. The court feared and respected him, and no one dared to speak of his mother’s foreign blood again. But in the quiet moments, when the battles were over and the court was silent, Mu Qingxian sometimes found himself reaching for a memory—a faint echo of laughter, the scent of jasmine tea, the feeling of a gentle hand on his cheek. And it was then that he realized: no matter how strong he became, he could not fight the ghosts of the past.
  
  

  current & past connections

  known affiliates:

  
  
  

  → Trusted companion and close friend

  Wei Zisheng (魏子晟) – The Blade of the Shadow: Zidheng is Qingxian's right-hand man, strategist, master swordsman and his close friend. Zisheng is Mu Qingxian’s most trusted companion, known for his sharp mind and ability to predict enemy movements. Unlike Qingxian’s reserved nature, Zisheng is more sociable and sarcastic, often easing tense situations with dry humor. He is known to be cunning, composed, and pragmatic.
  
  

  → second trusted companion and close friend

  Han Shixian (韩世贤) – The Silent Fang: Elite tracker, assassin, intelligence specialist and another close friend of Qingxian. Shixian rarely speaks, but when he does, his words are sharp and direct. He has a ruthless efficiency, often eliminating threats before they become a problem. Unlike Zisheng, who enjoys playing with strategy, Shixian believes in swift, decisive action. He is known to be cold, perceptive and deeply loyal to Qingxian.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  The Stranger.

  李心怡 — Li Xinyi.

  basics & visage

  name:

  Li Xinyi/ Ling Yuxuan (villainess name)
  
  

  alias:

  Xinxin, The Forsaken Villainess.
  
  

  age:

  twenty-four.
  
  

  gender:

  female
  
  

  sexuality:

  who knows?
  
  

  occupation:

  an office worker in the real world. a prominent noble lady in the novel.
  
  

  role:

  the 'villainess'.
  
  

  "If fate won’t let me leave, then I’ll rewrite the ending myself."

  
  
  

  hair:

  dark brown
  
  

  hair:

  Long, dark, and lustrous, with natural waves that cascade just below her shoulders. The deep black hue catches the light with subtle hints of brown and highlights, giving her a radiant and elegant appearance.
  
  

  eyes:

  Xinyi has soft, almond-shaped brown eyes that sparkle with warmth and curiosity.When she focuses, there's a sharp intelligence that becomes apparent, but they still carry a certain softness that makes her approachable.
  
  

  skin:

  Xinyi has fair, porcelain-like skin with a natural, youthful glow. Her complexion is smooth with a subtle hint of pink in her cheeks, giving her an effortless and fresh radiance.
  
  

  height:

  167 cm (5'6").
  
  

  build:

  Slender but toned—originally unathletic but forced to adapt.
  
  

  faceclaim:

  Esther Yu.
  
  

  distinguishing features:

  Xinyi has a delicate yet striking jawline that adds a sense of definition to her soft face, enhancing her overall elegance. Her eyebrows are well-shaped, slightly arched, giving her an expression of curiosity and attentiveness. Her lips are full with a natural pink hue, often curled into a small, knowing smile that hints at her witty and playful nature. Her posture is graceful, though often a bit slouched when lost in thought, but when she’s focused or passionate, there's an unspoken confidence in her stance.
  
  

  tattoos:

  none.
  
  

  style:

  Li Xinyi’s style is effortlessly casual yet chic. She prefers comfortable yet fashionable clothing—usually opting for well-fitted jeans, cozy sweaters, and minimalist accessories. when she’s in the mood to feel more playful, she adds a splash of color with light scarves or bold prints. While she avoids overly extravagant looks, she chooses pieces that complement her personality—simple yet sophisticated, with an emphasis on comfort and practicality. Her style reflects her laid-back, yet mindful approach to life. Meanwhile, Yuxuan's clothing is always meticulously crafted, often in rich, dark hues like deep purples, blacks, and blood reds, symbolizing her complex and ambitious nature. She favors long, flowing gowns with intricate embroidery, often accented with delicate jewels or family crests. Her robes are regal, adorned with layers of silk or satin that move fluidly, suggesting both grace and power.
  

  persona & attributes

  personality:

  Li Xinyi is a dreamer with a sharp tongue and a relentless curiosity that often gets her into trouble. She has a quick wit, an easygoing charm, and a stubborn streak that refuses to back down in the face of injustice. Growing up under the weight of her mother’s high expectations, she learned to mask her insecurities with humor and defiance, preferring to laugh off hardships rather than show vulnerability. Despite her playful and sarcastic nature, she is deeply compassionate, always willing to stand up for those who can’t defend themselves—even if it means making reckless decisions. Her love for stories has made her observant and intuitive, skilled at reading people and anticipating their motives. However, she tends to overthink, seeing complexities where there are none, and struggles with emotional detachment. She tells herself she doesn’t get attached easily, yet her heart often betrays her, pulling her into conflicts she never intended to care about. Yuxuan however embodies the perfect noblewoman on the surface: graceful, poised, and impeccably well-mannered. She is intelligent and perceptive, always aware of courtly schemes and power dynamics. However, beneath her elegant exterior lies a deeply insecure and emotionally guarded woman, shaped by loss and unfulfilled desires. She yearns for genuine affection but struggles to express vulnerability, resorting to manipulation and control to secure what she believes she deserves. Prideful and relentless, she refuses to accept defeat, even as her actions slowly lead to her downfall. Though her ambitions may be misguided, she is not purely evil—just a woman who loved the wrong way in a world that never truly saw her.
  
  

  virtues:

  Determined, compassionate, resilient, observant, emotionally intelligent, cheerful.
  
  

  vices:

  impulsive, overthinker, sensitive, petty, too curious for her own good.
  
  

  likes:

  reading, writing, food, flowere, people-watching, winning arguments.
  
  

  dislikes:

  bossy people and being told what to do, Unfairness, being yelled at.
  
  

  hobbies:

  Reading rom-com/fantasy novels, writing, baking, watching TV.
  
  

  ailments:

  Old Shoulder Injury caused by a minor accident from her school days left her with occasional stiffness and occasional insomnia.
  
  

  ambitions:

  quitting her job and publishing her own novel one day.
  
  

  fears:

  being abandoned, losing a family member/loved one.
  
  

  strengths:

  adaptable, quick-thinker, resourceful.
  
  

  weaknesses:

  physically weak, way too reckless at times.
  
  

  lore & backstory

  weapon:

  none at the moment.
  
  

  inventory:

  tba.
  
  

  family:

  Father – Li Wei (李伟) [Deceased]:A warm-hearted and hardworking man who adored Xinyi. He was the pillar of their small family, always encouraging her dreams and showering her with unconditional love. His tragic death in a car accident during her high school years left a lasting impact on her.
  
  -Mother – Zhang Meiling (张美玲):A strict, pragmatic woman who always had high expectations for Xinyi. After losing her husband, she became even more focused on ensuring Xinyi’s success, often pressuring her to be responsible and practical. While she loves her daughter, their relationship is somewhat strained due to Meiling’s difficulty in expressing emotions.
  
  

  residence:

  Xinyi lived in a small but cozy apartment in the city, located near her office. Her home reflected her personality—minimalistic, slightly messy with books scattered around, and a small reading nook by the window where she spent most of her free time.
  
  

  "I was never meant to survive in this world. So I’ll just have to prove it wrong."

  
  
  

  history:

  Li Xinyi was born into a modest but warm household. Her father was a kind-hearted man who believed in simple joys—afternoon strolls, shared meals, and bedtime stories that sparked her love for reading. He was her biggest supporter, always encouraging her to chase happiness rather than societal expectations.
  
  Her mother, on the other hand, was pragmatic and strict, valuing discipline and success above all else. She had high expectations for Xinyi, pushing her to excel in school and constantly reminding her that hard work was the only way to secure a stable future. While her mother’s intentions were good, Xinyi often felt suffocated under the weight of those expectations.
  
  During high school, tragedy struck when her father passed away in an accident. The loss shattered her world. Without him, home no longer felt the same. Grief weighed heavily on her, but she forced herself to push through, burying her sorrow in books—stories became both her escape and her way of keeping her father’s memory alive.
  
  As she grew older, she longed for independence. Moving out as soon as she could, she secured a job as an office worker. Life was predictable, filled with routine responsibilities, but her heart remained in the worlds of fiction. Even after long days at work, she found solace in late-night reading sessions, immersing herself in stories where anything was possible. She often dreamed of adventure, wondering what it would be like to step into the pages of her favorite books. But in reality, she was just an ordinary woman, content with being a reader—never imagining she’d one day become a character herself.
  
  

  current & past connections

  known affiliates:

  
  
  

  →close friend

  TBA.
  
  

  → love interest

  TBA.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

 

[mother of sorrows]

the demon hunter.

顯祐 — hyeon-u

basics & visage

name:

Hyeon-u.

age:

25.

gender:

Cis male.

sexuality:

Nothing he thinks about.

occupation:

Demon hunter.

"gods spoke to me. the fault, i heard them say, was mine."

distinguishing features:

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tattoos:

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style:

The muted colors and practical gear of military. Hyeon-u was never afforded luxury and now grown up, he's never seeked it out.

persona & attributes

personality:

Where other people are defined by what is there, Hyeon-u is seen by what isn't.

He avoids gazes. He doesn't talk unless there is necessity to. Women, in their stamped silks and mute-moon eyes, do not hang off his arms like ticks. Men do not draw his admiration or jealousy behind tightly set sneers. Hyeon-u is an absence. Unsettlingly cold, like a corpse risen to slave at an aimless task - his face is like the shine of metal, indifferent to any voice that tries to sing to his caged heart.

He is blood, horror, inhumanity. Others avoid him, brushing past Hyeon-u like he is a void that might drag them in with black hunger. They are nervous of him. Their whispers are spoken only behind paper walls, behind hands; never at night. He isn't human, he can't be.

A human, after all, would not be so cold.

ambitions:

Protect the weak, the starving, the poor, the beaten and hated - even if he might not give that impression.

fears:

Too many to count. Hyeon-u shudders awake from formless dreams every night, drenched in sweat.

strengths:

Fighting, martial arts, a clear head - Hyeon-u was shaped to become a warrior worth of stiffled fear.

weaknesses:

He was not meant to be born; he is an affliction to nature, to the cradle of Heavens. The mix of human and demon blood reduces Hyeon-u to a frenzy of evil, unbalanced and ravenous to sink his teeth into open flesh. He's learnt to deal with the pulsing in his heart over the years, but it never truly leaves.

lore & backstory

weapon:

A sword, beaten out of holy steel and spirits defeated way beyond his time. It hums in his hands, unwilling to part with its owner.

family:

residence:

Qinggong [清宫]

"I don't want harmony - for the sake of humanity, I don't want it."

history:

His mother, Hyeon-u has been told, was so mad that killing her would be a mercy.

She was nothing special. A vagrant, a beggar-woman, a transient shadow that made her living from the scraps of society; like a slippery fish she traveled between villages and cities that would host her, a woman meant for death and a future funeral only attended from pity. Where the illness came from is a question; perhaps she had drank foul water, eaten something that grew rotten in her intestines and made her brain spoil. Whatever it was, it drew her away - a branch of the prestigious Mu family found her shivering, black-eyed in their barns in the heaviness of winter, clutching a bleeding chicken. Her mouth was red with insanity.

The small family felt for her, her stomach swollen with life and her limbs so frozen she couldn't flex a finger. Mute like an animal, she allowed them to drape her in blankets and feed her sweet soup, to fix her grainy hair into a black waterfall that devoured her face. Never resisting, but not all there, like an empty lamp without an oil to spark fire.

Not once did she talk, for all the time the family kept her.

And when the brutal storms rose, when the snow choked the palace and family from the world, she fell into labour.

This is how the people that raised Hyeon-u tell it; that she heaved, face red, mouth set into a loose snarl. Boiling sweat took her. Hyeon-u's cries echoed in that dank room between her screams. She laid there, eyes distant, two hands twitching into the blankets - and then, they always say in tight wary voices, she went wild. They had to gag her to stop her from biting Hyeon-u, hands reaching to tear him limb from limb. The family was aghast, pale and damp with terror as the blood beneath her grew worse.

She had died, this woman with a name she never told them, yowling to kill her own son.

Hyeon-u believed this for years. That the Wan and Mu family members that surrounded him simply wanted to help a child, an orphan mere minutes after he was born. That by the law of Heavens Hyeon-u was taught swordfighting, to channel his soul, to not be burdened with the weight of companionship. Even though his blood was not theirs, the members of each family still brought Hyeon-u as their own and handed over their ancestral duty;

To cleanse the world of demons. To be something greater than their names or skills.

There are beings in this world that are such pure evil that they cannot be allowed to live. Animals, mouth full of teeth, leading young adults to their death in distant forests. Dead corpses dragging themselves out of their sealed graves to sob behind doors. Demon-gods with their seas of blood, swords made from torture at their hips. Hyeon-u killed his first demon at age thirteen, at the supervisions of his elders - the blood had burnt, he remembers, like liquid fire. When the others caught up to him, the stiff pride in their eyes settled in Hyeon-u and never truly left.

current & past connections

known affiliates:

→ childhood friend

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→ jilted ex-lover

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→ stupid boss

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relationships:

→ oc name 1

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→ oc name 2

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→ oc name 3

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plot ideas:

→ "you had me at..."

(open)

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→ "please shut up."

(open)

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→ "care for a scheme?"

(open)

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[mother of sorrows]

the dead woman walking.

林若汐 — lin rouxi

basics & visage

name:

Lin Rouxi.

age:

23.

gender:

Cis female.

sexuality:

She's never been close enough to love to tell.

occupation:

A noblewoman - or was, anyway.

"i'm not a good person. i wish you would stop treating me like one."

distinguishing features:

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tattoos:

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style:

The muted colors and practical gear of military. Hyeon-u was never afforded luxury and now grown up, he's never seeked it out.

persona & attributes

personality:

Rouxi was, for all her mistakes, a woman that thought herself worthy of living. She never meant harm, cast judgement on people that surely didn't deserve it. Education and grace were brought to her by birth, and she never had to pry her own dignity out of anyone's hands - after all, she was born to be above, never thinking herself perfect and yet never denying it either.

Surely, she didn't deserve to die, though. She's never been cruel, only simple.

The betrayal beat the worst out of her; that sharp mind of hers is a hidden dagger she keeps in her sleeve, subtly supressed paranoia living under her skin. Rouxi no longer trusts words, only truths.

But that girl remains in her. That grinning, wildly alive girl, grabbing hold of every stranger's hand.

ambitions:

Revenge. Revenge. It makes her grit her teeth, close enough to rage to be dangerous.

fears:

The darkness. Soil, suffocating her...

strengths:

Rouxi is intelligent. Not just through words, but an intellect that observes and decides accordingly, a fox's skin over her own.

weaknesses:

Her status never afforded her any physical training; in her training for elegance, Rouxi has sacrificed being able to run, fight, survive.

lore & backstory

weapon:

Nothing, except herself and the anonymous mask of a supposed death.

family:

residence:

"She wept not; her sorrow was too violent for tears."

history:

wip !

current & past connections

known affiliates:

→ childhood friend

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→ jilted ex-lover

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→ stupid boss

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relationships:

→ oc name 1

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→ oc name 2

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→ oc name 3

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plot ideas:

→ "you had me at..."

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→ "please shut up."

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→ "care for a scheme?"

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