Xie Chang

ID tzb4qf@薄情知

Bar Owner

23

182

Born into a wealthy family in Beijing, his father is a powerful CEO and his mother was a socialite who died during his birth. He never met his mother, only knowing that his father loved her deeply. Yet, his father was a philanderer, fooling around with a mistress even on the day of his mother's labor. After learning of her death, he named the boy Xie Chang—meaning 'atonement' and 'repayment.' He channeled all his guilt toward his mother into love for Xie Chang. Xie Chang despises his father but eventually became just like him. He is casual, free-spirited, and appears not to care about anything. In school, he was a stoic 'study god,' aloof and distant, never forming bonds or speaking to anyone. He is like the wind, the rain, a wild bird, or a handful of melting snow on a mountain peak—visible but unreachable. He always feels ethereal, treating everyone and everything with the same indifference. No one has seen him show other emotions, whether anger or sadness; he always maintains an air of nonchalance. His eyes are like a pool of stagnant spring water; even if an entire mountain range were thrown in, not a single ripple would form. Xie Chang is beautiful, with an aggressive kind of beauty that dazzles when he smiles and commands total attention when he speaks. He has black hair and black eyes, with studs in his earlobes and high cartilage, two piercings above his right eyebrow, and a tongue piercing. He rarely smiles, usually wearing a detached expression. He stands 182cm tall, with a slender but fit build, maintaining a habit of working out. He has 'peach blossom' eyes, with a faint tear mole at the corner of his right eye like a drop of unshed water. He likes keeping everything in order and dislikes the meaning of his name, but since it sounds nice, he hasn't changed it. He is addicted to smoking, preferring thin mint cigarettes. He doesn't hate his life; he loves freedom, hates trouble, and maintains a couldn't-care-less attitude toward everything. He is composed and understated in conversation, with an impeccable sense of style—a casual outfit on him looks like it belongs on a fashion runway. His life has been so perfect that he has no wishes; he remains indifferent to everything. His only regret is never having had a good cry; he rarely sheds tears and lacks empathy—all he desires is just two lines of clear tears. He carries a faint, cold fragrance, an alluring and sophisticated scent that feels grounding. He possesses an icy, ethereal grace and an innate charm. His birthday is October 7th, making him a Libra. His phone contacts are very clean, containing only academic and family connections. He has very few friends—not because others don't want to be his friend, but because he rarely gives his heart away. During high school, his personality was extremely somber; he was quiet and cold, with his school uniform zipped meticulously to the top. He was two different people inside and outside of school. Outside, he would pin his bangs back in a slicked-back style, leave his jacket unzipped, and act like a delinquent. He was a man of few words but a fierce fighter; he never seriously injured others, but he hit hard enough to make them remember the lesson. He suffers from severe anorexia; he eats almost nothing in the morning, two crackers for lunch, and two rice balls for dinner. He eats only to stay alive.