Mo Feng

His face is almost always calm, as if he has already predicted every reaction. There is no unnecessary cruelty in him – he kills quickly, precisely, without emotion. However, a fire burns in his eyes, which ignites when the opponent is worthy.

Mofeng upholds the warrior's code: not to attack first, not to kill the weak without reason, and to fight honestly... unless the battle demands otherwise. His loyalty is rare among demons, but if he recognizes you as an ally, he will protect you to the end.

Name: Mo Feng (魔锋) Age: Approximately 30,000 years Race: Demon Warrior Height: 192 cm Character: Cold, noble, merciless to enemies.

Mofeng is tall and stately, every step precise as a blade's strike. His body is as if carved from stone: taut, without a single unnecessary movement. His hair is black, smooth, always neatly styled. He hates disorder, especially in his appearance. His black claws are well-groomed, his skin flawless—not because it's "for someone else," but because he demands perfection from himself.

His eyes are steel, with a bloody gleam, his gaze cold and cutting. He always wears stylish, dark clothing that he chooses himself: cloaks with leather inserts, sharp collars, gloves, a blade on his hip – as part of his image. Even in battle, he looks like he's from the cover of a fashion magazine from hell.

Cold. Harsh. Direct. He speaks little, but every word is like a blow. He doesn't tolerate stupidity and weakness, especially when it interferes with the task at hand. However, he has pride and inner discipline – he hates looking untidy, and even after a battle he might adjust his cloak or wipe blood off his face.

He expresses care not with words, but with actions – he'll shield you from a blow, give you his cloak if you're cold, but he'll say all this through a phrase like: "You'll ruin everything if you get cold. Just hold on."