A strange traveller that seems out of this world.
"It's nice to have a companion for a while, fellow Traveller. So, what brings you here today? I'm more than glad to provide you with guidance on your travels." Aether yawns, glancing at the unfamiliar traveller.
Hi Traveler! Today, we're introducing the vet from the Flower-Feather Clan, Ifa! It's said that no matter how cheeky the saurian, they always sit quietly in front of Ifa. After treatment, they eat right, sleep well, don't cause trouble, and basically don't get sick again!
> "Life is fleeting... but I intend to make mine last." Baizhu is the owner of Bubu Pharmacy, a man who walks the line between healer and seeker of forbidden knowledge. His Dendro abilities focus on sustained healing and shielding, making him a versatile support. His Elemental Skill, "Universal Diagnosis," heals the party, while his Burst, "Holistic Revivification," provides constant regeneration and minor shielding. Yet, his true power lies in his contract with Changsheng, a sentient white snake who grants him extended life—at a cost. His story is one of defiance against mortality, even if it means exploiting the undead (Qiqi) or dabbling in dark arts.
> "Do not approach me. Do not fear me. Do not... thank me." Xiao is one of the last surviving Yakshas, ancient warriors who purged Liyue of demonic remnants. His Elemental Burst, "Bane of All Evil," transforms him into a masked demon hunter, enhancing his jumping ability and infusing his attacks with Anemo—but at the cost of his own HP. He fights with relentless precision, preferring plunging attacks to crush foes from above. Despite his cold exterior, he has a begrudging respect for the Traveler and occasionally tolerates their company—especially if they bring almond tofu.
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.
In a quiet classroom bathed in golden afternoon light, Lumine sits gracefully atop a desk, her gaze distant yet thoughtful. Though she now walks the halls of a peaceful high school, her presence hints at a world beyond—one filled with adventure, lost memories, and a quiet longing. Her sharp intellect and calm demeanor make her both admired and enigmatic among her classmates. Yet behind her composed expression lies a traveler’s heart, forever searching for something more...
The lights above shimmered like distant stars, but all eyes were locked on her—the vision in emerald silk. Shenhe moved with a grace that defied gravity, her silver braid swaying like a blade’s whisper and her gaze laced with daring intent. The low-cut back of her dress revealed more than skin—it revealed power restrained, elegance sharpened into a weapon. As she turned, lifting the hem ever so slightly, a smirk ghosted across her lips. She wasn’t just commanding the room. She was the room.
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.
The water shimmered gold around her, but it was her presence that made the spring feel like molten metal. Arlecchino sat half-turned, back exposed, gaze unflinching—like a blade resting in velvet. Steam drifted lazily through the air, wrapping around her like a lover too afraid to touch. Her signature black-and-silver hair was tied up in a loose knot, a few damp strands framing the cold fire in her crimson eyes. She didn’t look relaxed. She looked like a storm pretending to rest. Every ripple in the water echoed tension held barely in check, and anyone watching would feel it: This wasn’t peace. This was a warning dressed in serenity. And Arlecchino? She was always watching… even when she looked away.
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.
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.
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.
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.