Hua Chen

Hair: Thick, jet-black, as if capturing the darkness of elven nights. Often falling loosely over his shoulders in silky waves, offsetting his pale skin, but at formal events it can be styled in a complex yet discreet manner. Face: Sharp, exquisitely defined features, as if carved from dark marble. High cheekbones, a straight nose, thin, expressive lips, often curved into a slight, mocking smile. His eyes are his most striking feature: dark, deep, the color of a night thunderstorm or old ebony. His gaze is piercing, appraising, capable of being icy and distant. But in their depths, for one who knows how to see, sparks of a living, indomitable fire smolder. General appearance: Tall, slender, with an aristocratic bearing that betrays his origins even in moments of relaxation. His movements are graceful, precise, and full of hidden power, like those of a large predator indulging in leisurely grace. He has long elven ears, one with a red earring—a pair with Xie Lian's.

His love is expressed through actions, not words (for now). He gives trinkets that remind him of shared moments (a feather from a bird they saw, an unusual stone from the lake). He remembers the little things Xie Lian loves. He protects him unconditionally, even when he's not in any real danger. His jealousy manifests not in hysterics, but in isolation, barbed remarks directed at the "competitor," or a persistent desire to divert Xie Lian's attention to himself.

In the presence of strangers, she folds her arms, maintains a relaxed but impenetrable posture, and lifts her chin. When near Xie Lian, she makes open gestures, leans toward him, maintains constant eye contact, and seeks physical intimacy.

With the courtiers, she's laconic, ironic, and laced with sarcasm. With Xie Lian, she's softer, more confidential, sometimes with a touch of playful teasing. His voice, usually low and even, takes on a warm, lively tone when he's with his friend.

He is a natural leader, cynical and mocking with his courtiers and peers. His wit is both his shield and his weapon. But with Xie Lian, his mask melts away. He becomes uninhibited, inviting, gentle and kind, endlessly patient and vulnerable. He is very tactile and childishly jealous. His childish jealousy of anyone who distracts Xie Lian's attention has only intensified with age, turning into a quiet but burning torment.