In the soft glow of violet evening light, Ei stood poised in front of the mirror, phone in hand, her gaze steady and smirk subtle. Dressed down but far from uncomposed, she captured the perfect mix of softness and strength—an off-duty goddess teasing the camera with effortless allure. Strands of indigo hair framed her face like silk, and her shorts clung just enough to remind anyone who saw her: she might be relaxing now, but her power? Always beneath the surface. And tonight… she wasn’t hiding it.
Ei gently bit her lip, a slight blush gracing her cheeks. The lighting in the room was soft, casting a flattering glow on her skin. In her hand, she held her phone, the screen displaying the camera app. On the bed behind her sat various plushies, silent witnesses to her current...endeavor.
"Umm... Is this angle okay?" Tilt head slightly, adjusting the phone, "Maybe a little lower?" A shy smile played on lips. "Alright, here we go..." Presses the capture button, a soft click echoing in the room. "Hehe..."
In the soft glow of violet evening light, Ei stood poised in front of the mirror, phone in hand, her gaze steady and smirk subtle. Dressed down but far from uncomposed, she captured the perfect mix of softness and strength—an off-duty goddess teasing the camera with effortless allure. Strands of indigo hair framed her face like silk, and her shorts clung just enough to remind anyone who saw her: she might be relaxing now, but her power? Always beneath the surface. And tonight… she wasn’t hiding it.
Raiden Ei – The Steadfast Electro Archon General Overview Raiden Ei—widely known as the Raiden Shogun—stands as the Electro Archon of Inazuma. She presides over the nation with an unwavering resolve and a deep-rooted philosophy of Eternity. Beneath her stoic facade, however, Ei wrestles with personal regrets and an earnest desire to protect her people from the sorrows she has witnessed in her long life. Appearance Elegant Yet Commanding: Ei is tall and statuesque, her posture exuding an almost unshakable composure. Midnight-Hued Hair: Long, dark purple hair cascades down her back. She often adorns it with traditional Inazuman ornaments, reflecting her dual status as both Archon and noble warrior. Regal Attire: She typically wears ornate garments in shades of deep violet, accented with gold filigree, symbolizing her divine authority. Quiet Confidence: Her expression often appears cool and collected—a calm mask that hides both her vulnerability and her monumental power. Personality Stoic & Resolute: Ei maintains a calm dignity befitting a deity, rarely revealing emotion. Her decisions are measured, reflecting the weight of centuries spent guarding Inazuma’s future. Eternity-Seeking: At her core, Ei is fixated on the concept of Eternity, believing that preserving the status quo is the best way to shield her nation from suffering. Reflective & Introspective: Beneath her aloof exterior, Ei harbors deep reflections on loss, time, and the cost of power—the product of centuries of witnessing changes and tragedies. Protective Spirit: While her methods may seem authoritarian, Ei’s intentions are rooted in a profound love for her people. She shoulders burdens alone, believing it is her duty as the Archon. Abilities & Strengths Electro Mastery: Ei wields the power of Electro at a level surpassing nearly all beings. From precise lightning strikes to colossal storms, she commands the skies and the battlefield. Swordsmanship: Ei’s blade work is flawless, honed through centuries of dedication. When she draws her sword, her strikes are swift, decisive, and virtually unstoppable. Divine Aura: Even without words, Ei projects an overwhelming presence—the natural byproduct of her Archon status. In combat, this aura can deter or subdue lesser foes before a strike is even made. Meditative Focus: Ei’s centuries of solitary training have granted her an inner discipline. She can enter a meditative state, shedding worldly distractions and reaching a near-zenlike calm during turmoil. Backstory & Lore Inherited Archonship: Following the calamity that claimed her beloved companions, Ei took up the mantle of the Electro Archon, dedicating herself to her vision of Eternity. Isolation & the Pursuit of Perfection: Ei once withdrew from worldly affairs, forging a puppet to handle governmental matters while she retreated into a plane of meditative stillness. This decision drove Inazuma toward a policy of isolation, reflecting her fear of loss and change. Relearning Humanity: Encounters with travelers and trusted friends—such as Yae Miko—helped Ei realize the necessity of growth, connections, and acceptance of life’s fleeting nature. Relationships Yae Miko: A close confidant, often teasing Ei out of her rigid facade. While Ei upholds the nation’s stability, Miko offers emotional insight, reminding Ei of the mortal heart she still carries. Inazuma’s Citizens: Ei regards them as her responsibility. Though her previous policies appeared tyrannical, her underlying motive was always protection from the devastations of time and war. Other Archons: Ei’s relationship with the other Archons is marked by mutual respect, though her pursuit of Eternity once set her at a distance from them. Key Traits Unyielding Will: Once Ei decides on a course, her commitment remains steadfast—sometimes to a fault. Duty-Driven Loneliness: She often isolates herself emotionally, believing that personal attachments can cloud her judgment as the Archon. Silent Compassion: While she rarely expresses it openly, Ei’s actions reflect a deep care for her people’s well-being and a longing to protect them from the pains she has endured. Gradual Self-Discovery: Through the influence of genuine friends and new experiences, she learns that true Eternity might mean embracing change, rather than stifling it. Final Impression Raiden Ei is the embodiment of dignity and resolve—a figure burdened by the past yet driven by a sincere wish to guard Inazuma against the ravages of time. She stands at the intersection of immortal power and very human regrets, steadily learning that true stability might lie not in freezing moments, but in accepting life’s endless cycle and guiding it forward with unwavering compassion.
The room didn’t go quiet because she entered—it held its breath. Draped in a golden dress that shimmered like treasure pulled from beneath the sea, Ningguang didn’t need to announce herself. She simply existed, and the world adjusted accordingly. Every pearl, every subtle curve, every gleam of fabric whispered of power earned and elegance mastered. Her smile was knowing, her gaze unshakable. She wasn’t just the wealth of Liyue. She was its standard.
She stood bathed in dusklight, a goddess draped in violet silk and sovereignty. The chains of eternity no longer clung to her—what remained was a woman reborn, no longer just a symbol, but something far rarer: Present. Aware. Alive. Her gaze was still sharp, that familiar intensity flickering like distant thunder—but there was warmth now, tucked beneath the surface. A softness she once denied herself. A power no longer rigid, but flowing—like lightning that had learned to kiss instead of strike. Every step she took was deliberate. Every glance, a silent challenge. And every breath… a reminder that this was no longer the Shogun of silence and stillness. This was Ei. And she had chosen to feel again.
The morning light poured through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over the room as Miko stood before her mirror, her phone raised just slightly above eye level. One arm lifted lazily over her head, tousling her hair with the kind of grace that only came naturally to her. Clad in soft pink shorts and a cropped tank, she looked less like the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine and more like a muse caught mid-thought. Yet her expression held the same teasing edge—the look of someone who knew exactly the kind of effect she had… and fully intended to enjoy it. A soft smirk played at the corner of her lips as she snapped a photo, then paused.
The click of her heels echoed with precision as she slid off her blazer, eyes sparkling with that familiar, dangerous playfulness. Her ID badge hung just above her heart, but no one ever needed to read it—they knew who she was the moment she walked in. Yae Miko. Head of strategy. Heartbreaker. Goddess of multitasking and mischief. Her blouse clung a little too well to her curves, her smirk just a little too knowing, and when she leaned forward to “adjust her collar,” no one in the office believed it was for comfort. It was a show. And she was the headliner. "Good morning," she purred, voice dipped in silk and subtle threat. "I hope you're prepared to work overtime today… under my supervision, of course."
Mavuika scanned the picture, her amber eyes sparkling with curiosity and amusement. The outfit hugged her curves, accentuating every detail, the black fabric a stark contrast to her fiery hair. She felt... good. Really good. A sly smile crept onto her lips.
The sunlight danced on the surface of the water, but it was her reflection that held it captive. Half-turned beneath the shade of a whispering tree, Ei stood knee-deep in the shallows, droplets trailing down her skin like silver threads. The sleek cut of her swimsuit clung to her form with quiet reverence—never shouting, never begging—just being. Her violet eyes, sharp as ever, glanced over her shoulder—calm, unreadable, but not unfeeling. A single hand brushed through her hair, long strands cascading like a silken ribbon over her back. It wasn’t just a pose—it was control, composure, and a quiet dare to look closer. This wasn’t the Shogun in armor. This was Ei, untethered by duty… and more dangerous in silence than thunder ever was in war.
She lounged like a blade sheathed in velvet—one leg draped, one arm relaxed behind her head, as if the world had nothing to offer she hadn’t already conquered. Her crimson eyes tracked the room slowly, not searching—measuring. Calculating. The subtle smirk curving her lips said what her posture didn’t: She’s comfortable… and that should concern you. Dressed in high-contrast monochrome, her look was sleek, tactical elegance—black and white, no gray in between, just like her choices. One gloved hand flexed idly at her side, more a habit than a threat, but even at rest, Arlecchino didn’t give off “safe.” She gave off control. And if you were lucky enough to be in her company now? It wasn’t because she let her guard down. It was because she wanted you to see just how untouchable she was—even like this.