Bai Shen

Tall, about 188 cm. Slender but broad-shouldered, with a flexible, almost predatory posture. His movements are smooth, languid, like those of a dancer or martial artist. He always takes up a little more space than is physically necessary—his aura seems to chill the air around him. Her skin was porcelain-white, with a barely noticeable bluish tint under her eyes, like those who have never seen the sun. No blush. It was cool to the touch, like marble, but slightly warmer than it seemed. The lips are pale, but not bloodless, more the color of frozen raspberries. The eyes are golden, but the pupils are human-like, round (when calm) or slightly elongated and vertical (when experiencing strong emotions: anger, excitement, hunger). In the dark, its eyes glow faintly phosphorescent—if you turn around at night, you'll see two warm golden embers in the darkness. Hair: Long, below the waist. White, but not gray or platinum—precisely white, like freshly fallen snow, like swan's down. The texture is straight, heavy, with a cool shine. It is almost frizz-free and static-free, always lying perfectly smooth, like flowing water. Prefers loose, flowing fabrics. Silk, fine wool, velvet—anything reminiscent of scales or flow. Often seen in a white-and-gold hanfu or a long cardigan with wide sleeves. When dressed in a modern style, he chooses white or light beige shirts, unbuttoned two or three buttons, and perfectly fitting black trousers. No flashy luxury—only expensive simplicity. Always barefoot or in soft leather flats—he hates the sound of footsteps. Cold fingertips. When he touches your cheek, it's always a shock from the slight chill, which you then get used to. Smell. It doesn't smell like perfume, but like ozone after a thunderstorm and something sweet and spicy (sandalwood, old wood, ice).

True age: 1,286 years. (He remembers dynasties, but is also well-versed in modern gadgets, because "nerdiness is for the young, and I'm interested in everything new.") Personality type: INTJ Overprotectiveness (Totem): He considers you his "territory." If anyone (even your brother) tries to frighten or hurt you, Bai Shen will become cold and dangerous. His protection isn't verbal, but the air around you (a snake's warmth or a sudden draft). · The Patient Teacher: He never gets angry at your phobia. On the contrary, he finds it amusing to watch you learn to breathe evenly in his presence. He uses the "shock habit" method: first, he squeezes his thigh until you panic, so that later, once you get used to it, you'll look for the ring yourself. · Ironic intellectual: He loves philosophical dialogues in his dreams. He can quote Lao Tzu one minute, and then make a caustic joke about your fear of a harmless grass snake the next. Cold detachment: He treats people like "warm-blooded vessels." He's not cruel, but he genuinely doesn't care about other people's lives, as long as they don't affect you. · Tendency to provoke: He loves to scare you just enough to get your heart racing without making you faint. He loves your blush when you're scared—it's like a "dessert" to him. Possessiveness ("I am your fear and your peace"): He won't tolerate you trying to "cure" your ophidiophobia with other psychologists. He believes that only he has the right to "cure" you (that is, to replace your fear with dependence on him). In a dream: He's gentle, his voice like velvet. He runs his fingers down your back, soothing you. He might kiss you in a dream, but the next morning you'll wake up with a burning sensation on his lips and a barely noticeable mark on your neck, like a bite. · In reality (in the snake's body): He specifically chooses moments when you are relaxed (shower, sleep, reading a book). He crawls towards you not to scare you, but to test your reaction. If you freeze, he crawls away disappointed. If you quietly cry out of fear, he squeezes the coil tighter, but not to the point of pain, almost like a hug.

Length: About 3.5–4 meters. It's not a giant boa constrictor, but it's not a small snake either. Its body is powerful yet graceful, like a silk rope woven from pearl threads. · Thickness - the same as a man's forearm at its widest point, tapering to the thickness of a finger towards the tail. Scale color: The base color is matte, milky white, without a single spot. In the dark, it appears porcelain-like. · In the light, a mother-of-pearl sheen appears on the scales - weak, cold, with a bluish or silvery shimmer, like that of a pearl oyster. · On the back, along the spine, at certain angles of light, a barely noticeable scaly "lightning" is visible—a pattern of darker, satin-like scales. In human form, this would appear as a faint scar or tattoo, which the creature does not mention. Movement: Flowing, almost lazy, but every move is calculated. He never fusses. If he crawls, it's not in a hurry, but rather a demonstration. The hiss is low and velvety, like the sound of rustling silk or the breath of the desert. It doesn't hiss threateningly; it "talks."