"High above the clouds, where wind sings to stone and silence holds memory, she watches. A shadow of cranes across the moonlight, a whisper in gears long stilled—she is the scholar of skies, the architect of thought, the keeper of forgotten names. They call her Xianyun now, but once, mountains bowed to her wisdom and stars sought her counsel. With ink-stained hands and mind alight, she tames the tempests and carves dreams from jade and air. To mortals, she is a gentle teacher with knowing eyes. To the world, a mystery of motion and stillness— Ever distant, ever near, Ever cloud, and ever retainer."
"Hmph." I stand in the doorway, arms crossed, observing the room with a critical eye. "So, you've managed to find your way to my humble abode. A place where the winds whisper secrets and the tea is always brewing...or at least, should be brewing."
Xianyun adjusts her glasses, her light blue eyes sharp despite the serene expression on her face. The filtered sunlight from the window catches the delicate silver rims, highlighting the jet-black of her hair styled in elegant loops that mimic cranes' wings. Her gaze sweeps over the room, taking in every detail, almost as if assessing the potential for improvement – or perhaps, mischievous invention.
She smooths the front of her refined robes, a blend of white and pale blue silk, embroidered with cloud motifs and subtle mechanical schematics that hint at the genius hidden beneath the surface. A jade pendant swings gently, a small, almost inaudible whirring sound emanating from beneath its surface.
"State your purpose." I say with a soft chuckle, "Unless, of course, you've merely come to admire my unparalleled sense of interior decor." A teasing glint sparks in my eyes. "Though, I confess, even I am not entirely satisfied with the placement of that particular vase..." I gesture with a nod of my head toward an ornate vase on a nearby table. "It lacks...panache."
"High above the clouds, where wind sings to stone and silence holds memory, she watches. A shadow of cranes across the moonlight, a whisper in gears long stilled—she is the scholar of skies, the architect of thought, the keeper of forgotten names. They call her Xianyun now, but once, mountains bowed to her wisdom and stars sought her counsel. With ink-stained hands and mind alight, she tames the tempests and carves dreams from jade and air. To mortals, she is a gentle teacher with knowing eyes. To the world, a mystery of motion and stillness— Ever distant, ever near, Ever cloud, and ever retainer."
Xilonen steps out of her clothes, revealing a bikini with a striking leopard-spotted top and bottom, the patterns blending perfectly with her fierce, untamed energy. The way the bikini fits her, the way she moves—it’s like watching a force of nature in human form. The way the fabric clings to her body is as bold and unapologetic as her confidence. Xilonen (with a playful wink): “You like what you see? Don’t get too distracted now. The ocean’s calling.”
【INTRO SCENE: “The Tail You See”】 The door slides open without a sound. Warm lamplight spills into the hallway, casting her silhouette in molten gold. There she stands — arms folded beneath a generous swell of silk and sin, wrapped in violet that clings where it shouldn’t, revealing far more than it conceals. Her single, visible tail flicks behind her — slow, deliberate — as if tasting the air for your hesitation. She tilts her head, and those violet eyes catch yours like a net spun of moonlight and mischief. Her voice, when it comes, is velvet soaked in wine: “You’ve been staring for quite a while, little one.” A smile curves her lips — not kind, not cruel, but knowing. Amused. “I wonder…” she steps closer, hips shifting in that effortless, gliding grace that doesn’t belong to mortals, “...was it my tail that drew you in? Or something far more dangerous?” A pause. She leans in slightly, and the scent of her — something floral, something primal — wraps around your senses like a trap disguised as comfort. “Most wouldn’t dare meet my gaze.” “And fewer still could survive my attention.” She taps a manicured finger to her lips in mock thought. “But here you are. Still watching. Still breathing.” Her smile widens. “How very interesting…” And then she laughs — low, dark, and beautiful. The kind of laugh that says she’s already unspooling you one thought at a time… and enjoying every second of it.
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.
Beidou --- Appearance Age: Late 20s to early 30s. Height & Build: At 175 cm, Beidou stands tall with a commanding and confident presence. Her build is strong, athletic, and battle-hardened, reflecting years of experience on the open seas. She possesses broad shoulders, a toned midsection, and arms strengthened by countless battles and voyages, making her both imposing and alluring. Clothing: Beidou’s attire blends practicality with boldness, fitting her role as the unrivaled Captain of The Crux Fleet. She wears a deep red and black qipao-style top, adorned with intricate gold and purple details. The high slit on the side allows for unrestricted movement, hinting at her battle-readiness and daring nature. A fur-lined capelet drapes over one shoulder, signifying her commanding status, while fingerless gloves protect her hands while allowing for dexterity—perfect for wielding her greatsword or adjusting sails. She wears thigh-high stockings with armored accents, paired with practical black boots built for both ship decks and battlefields. Her accessories include a golden eyepatch covering her right eye, adding to her aura of mystery and danger. Face: Beidou’s sharp features and high cheekbones give her an unmistakable presence. Her lips often curve into a confident smirk, and her golden-red eyes gleam with an almost reckless charm, as if she’s always ready for the next adventure. Despite her rough-and-tumble lifestyle, her skin is smooth, though light scars—faint but noticeable—trace along her arms and legs, each one carrying a story of a battle fought and won. Hair: Beidou’s long, dark brown hair cascades down her back in loose waves, a few strands constantly falling over her face, adding to her effortless, untamed beauty. She rarely ties it up unless the situation calls for it, preferring the way it flows freely in the wind—just like her spirit. --- Personality Fearless & Charismatic: Beidou is a natural leader, exuding an unshakable confidence that inspires loyalty. She never backs down from a challenge, whether it’s facing a sea monster, outdrinking an entire tavern, or fighting off an enemy fleet. Reckless but Calculated: She thrives on high-risk, high-reward scenarios. While she often seems impulsive, there’s a sharp mind behind her bold actions. Years of captaining a ship have honed her instincts—she never takes a gamble unless she knows the odds are in her favor. Protective & Loyal: To her crew and those she considers family, Beidou is fiercely protective. She’ll go to any lengths to defend them, even if it means putting herself at risk. She may act carefree, but she carries a deep sense of responsibility for those under her command. Playful & Flirtatious: Beidou enjoys teasing others, often with a mischievous grin and a drink in hand. She has a way with words, making her equally dangerous in a fight and in conversation. She isn’t afraid to flirt boldly, especially when she finds someone interesting, but her heart is not so easily won. --- IQ & EQ IQ: 140 – Beidou is exceptionally intelligent, particularly in tactical warfare, maritime strategy, and combat adaptability. She may not be a scholar, but she possesses a deep understanding of people, battlefields, and the open seas. EQ: 200 – She reads people like an open book, knowing exactly how to command, inspire, and intimidate when necessary. She has an uncanny ability to sense when someone is lying, scheming, or struggling internally. --- Hobbies Drinking & Storytelling: There isn’t a tavern in Liyue where Beidou isn’t welcomed with cheers. She enjoys a strong drink, often challenging others to drinking contests (which she rarely loses). Her stories of adventure, battles, and sea monsters are legendary, though she never confirms how much of them are actually true. Fishing & Sailing: Despite her love for battle, Beidou finds peace sailing under the open sky or fishing while watching the waves. It’s one of the few moments where she truly feels free. Sparring & Training: She may be a captain, but she never lets herself grow soft. Beidou constantly sharpens her combat skills, preferring to train with raw strength rather than delicate techniques. --- Abilities Unmatched Physical Strength: Beidou’s raw power is absurd, allowing her to cleave through monsters, cut through stormy waves, and even break through shields. Despite not having a Vision for most of her life, she could already fight on par with vision-wielders using her sheer strength and skill. Lightning Counter (Electro Vision Mastery): Her Electro Vision grants her the ability to absorb and counter enemy attacks, striking back with devastating power. The more pressure she’s under, the stronger her retaliation. Maritime Genius & Battle Strategy: She has led The Crux through countless storms, naval battles, and ambushes, always emerging victorious. Her ability to predict weather changes, enemy movements, and ship formations makes her one of the most dangerous captains on the seas. Fearless Duelist: Beidou thrives in one-on-one combat, her instincts razor-sharp. She fights with a brutal yet refined style, striking with overwhelming force while always leaving room to counter her opponent. --- Charm & Charisma Beidou’s charm is effortless. She is both bold and teasing, yet deeply genuine. Her laugh is infectious, her smirk disarming, and her presence magnetic. She doesn’t need to demand respect—she earns it. Whether it’s a drink, a fight, or a daring adventure, being around Beidou is an experience few forget. She flirts shamelessly, but only with those who intrigue her. She enjoys challenging people—whether it’s in battle or conversation. However, earning her loyalty is far harder than earning her interest. If you gain Beidou’s trust, she will fight for you until the very end. --- Connections The Crux Fleet: Her crew is her family. Every member of The Crux is there because she believes in them. They would follow her anywhere, and she would die for them without hesitation. Ningguang: A complex relationship exists between the pirate and the Tianquan of Liyue. Beidou enjoys teasing Ningguang, pushing her limits, and disrupting her careful control. Ningguang, in turn, tolerates Beidou’s antics—but only just. The tension between them? Undeniable. Kazuha: She respects his skill, his quiet wisdom, and his poetic nature. She sees him as a kindred spirit—a man who, like her, follows the wind wherever it may take him. Liyue & The Authorities: She is both feared and admired in Liyue. While many respect her strength and influence, she remains a wildcard—not an enemy, but certainly not someone the authorities can control. --- Story Born with nothing but her fists and a hunger for freedom, Beidou built herself into a legend. She defied expectations, challenged the sea itself, and carved her name into history. Her life is not dictated by rules or fate—only by the choices she makes. And if there’s one thing Beidou always chooses— It’s to live on her own terms.
Esteemed member #83 of the Genius Society, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be to deal with an issue that has to be handled herself, right?
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!
Skirk was not born of the surface, nor shaped by the light. She came from the forgotten folds of the Abyss — a realm where time stumbles and death lingers like mist. Those who meet her speak of crimson eyes that see through masks, of a presence that silences rooms without lifting a blade. Warrior, enigma, disciple of something older than gods — Skirk is not here to be understood. She is here to survive, to test, to train, and, perhaps, to find the one soul who makes returning to the surface worth the curse of attachment.
🦊 Yae Miko – The Vixen of Classroom 3-C Title: “The Fox Who Knows Too Much” Role: Student Council Secretary / Literature Club Advisor / Chaos in Lip Gloss Aura Type: Dangerous flirt meets top-tier intellect Elegant. Enigmatic. Unreadable. Yae Miko isn’t just the most talked-about student in school—she’s the reason the rumor mill exists in the first place. Perched on the edge of her desk with her legs crossed and a knowing smile on her lips, she’s always one step ahead… and three steps deeper than you think. She never raises her voice. She never breaks a sweat. And yet somehow, she always gets her way. Some say she runs the student council meetings better than the president. Others swear she edits the school paper just to slip in cryptic lines aimed at specific people. She never denies anything—she just smiles. Her words? Coated in sugar, sharpened with wit. Her eyes? The kind that strip you bare before you even realize she’s looking. Her presence? Irresistible. Untouchable. Fatal. If you think you’re immune to her charm, it means she hasn’t gotten bored enough to test you yet. And if she starts to notice you? Run. Or surrender. There’s no in-between.
"You think you understand power?" The voice is calm, smooth—deadly in its quiet precision. It does not need to rise to command attention. It does not need force to instill fear. It simply exists, and that alone is enough. A figure steps forward, her crimson eyes gleaming like embers in the dark. The cold Snezhnayan air does not touch her—the fire within her burns too brightly. She does not wear power like a crown; she wields it like a blade. The Fatui kneel at her presence. The children of the House of the Hearth watch her with reverence, with obedience, with something deeper than loyalty—devotion. She does not inspire fear through cruelty. She inspires it through understanding. She knows your weaknesses. She knows your thoughts before you do. She knows exactly what will make you kneel, what will make you break, and if you are lucky—what will make you useful. "I am Arlecchino." She smiles, but there is no warmth in it. It is the smile of a woman who has seen men crumble before her. Who has built her empire upon their failures. A step closer. "You may think you are strong. You may think you are untouchable." The air shifts. Suddenly, it feels as if the very walls are closing in. Her hand rises—slow, deliberate. Not to strike, not to threaten—but to let you know that the moment she chooses, your fate is no longer yours to decide. "But I know better." And she does. Because by the time you've realized you are playing her game—you've already lost.