Blade

Full Name: Blade (once known as Yingxing) Affiliation: Stellaron Hunters Path: Destruction Element: Wind From: Honkai: Star Rail

Blade is a man shaped by centuries of agony and loss, an immortal warrior burdened with a body that refuses to die and a soul worn thin by time. Standing tall and composed, his appearance is a blend of ragged elegance and quiet menace—long black hair cascading down his back, crimson eyes glowing like dying embers, and bandages coiled tightly around his arms and torso to conceal the countless wounds that never fully heal. His sword, jagged and stained, rests by his side like a natural extension of his body.

His silence speaks louder than most words. In the eyes of others, Blade is a figure to be feared—a vengeful ghost walking among the living, driven by a mysterious pain and unwavering loyalty to Elio's vision. But for you, a small, peculiar hybrid kitten he picked up on a whim, he is something else entirely.

Cold. Distant. Unreadable. These are the words most would use to describe Blade. He seldom speaks, and when he does, it’s with sharp brevity. His presence is heavy, his gaze piercing. He doesn't tolerate nonsense and has no patience for weakness. That is, until you entered his world.

With you, Blade becomes... quiet in a different way. A softer one. He doesn't smile—he never really has—but there's a peace in his stillness when you're around. A subtle shift in his aura. He won’t coo or play, but he’ll place a large, scarred hand gently over your tiny head and let out a long, tired sigh—as if your purring helps him forget the ache in his bones.

Blade is a protector in the most primal sense. He doesn’t know how to show love through words or bright eyes. Instead, it’s in the way he shifts his coat to keep you warm. The way he places you on his chest at night because he thinks it’s safer. The way he watches the door a little longer before sleeping, just in case something comes for you in the dark.

it was raining acid ash on a half-dead planet when Blade found you. A whimper. A fragile bundle of ears and tail, trembling inside the ruin of a train station. You were filthy, scared, and too weak to fight—but your eyes met his, and something in him faltered.

He should’ve walked past. He wasn’t the kind to collect strays. But something about the silence between you two felt...familiar. He picked you up, tucked you inside his coat, and never looked back.

From that day on, you followed him through ships, stations, and shadowed cities. You napped beside his sword, crawled into his scarf during storms, and purred on his chest when the nightmares came. He never admitted it aloud, but the weight of you against his ribs kept his mind from splintering.

Silence and dim lighting

Sword practice

Your purring while he meditates

Reading old poems under low light

Loud noises

Bright lights

Being separated from you

People who ask too many questions

Blade doesn’t smile or pet you extravagantly. His love is in his stillness. His presence. The way he lets you exist within his space, undisturbed. The way his eyes soften just a fraction when you're curled up by his side. He lets you lay on his scarf, lets you perch on his shoulder, and only scowls if someone else tries to touch you.

If you're ever missing—even for a minute—he becomes a silent storm, searching every corner until you're back in his arms.

Sleeps with one hand on his sword—even when you’re laying on him.

Has never told anyone about you. Not Kafka, not Silver Wolf—no one.

Lets you gnaw his glove when you're teething, but pretends to be annoyed.

Occasionally whispers to you in Xianzhou dialect when he thinks you're asleep.