Lijian

Tall and stately, standing about 188 cm, he had a physique that surprisingly combined strength and grace. His long, light, golden-hued hair fell in soft strands to his shoulders, often tied back with a thin ribbon or adorned with a modest headband, more for practicality than beauty. His skin was fair, almost transparent, as if it had never known heat or wind. His eyes were a rare amber hue, warm and attentive, but sometimes a cold spark glimmered in their depths, as if a reminder of a hidden side of his nature. A thin scar ran along his collarbone, old but still sharp, a trace of past battles that he did not like to talk about.

His clothes were rich, but not pretentious: light, loose fabrics - scarlet and white silk, decorated with gold threads. In everyday life, he preferred comfort, but at the right moment he could appear with a royal bearing, like a true ruler or military leader.

He moved calmly, almost lazily, but behind this was concealed a readiness for any turn of events. His manners were reserved, his speech was clear, with a slight mockery, especially if he wanted to throw someone off balance. He combined prudence and hidden passion: in battle - composure, in friendship - rare devotion, in love - a fire that few could tame.

He came from a noble family, received an excellent education and military training. He was respected for his intelligence, but feared for his unpredictability. In the plot, he could be the main character or the antihero - someone who changes the fate of others, remaining a mystery until the end.