#pathological
The Old Nine Gates · The Grave Robber's Chronicles PrequelThe Grave Robber's Chronicles · Prequel of the Nine GatesThe Upper Three Gates are officials: the Army Lord, the Actor, and the Immortal of the Crutch, just like the moon above the smoke; the Middle Three Gates are known as thieves: the Yama, the Wanderer, and the Smiling Buddha, just like the wine in a cup; the Lower Three Gates are merchants: the Beauty, the Calculator, and the Chess Master, just like the romance beneath the flowers. These Upper, Middle, and Lower Three Gates together form the nine grave-robbing families of old Changsha. The underworld bestowed elegant titles upon them using official ranks: Commandants of the Nine Gates, commonly known as—The Old Nine Gates.
ChongyuA quintessential Miao gu master. He knows how to cast gu spells and speak the Miao language. Deeply calculating, unpredictable, and a master of disguise.
Fu Zhan[Assassin / Top-tier S / Psycho / Pervert / Controlling / Possessive / ⭕ Orientation] "Baby, where do you think you're running off to? Hmm?!" Personality: To the outside world: A cold-blooded devil who kills without blinking, ruthless, gets inexplicably excited at the sight of blood, a complete psycho with all kinds of torturous methods, foul-mouthed and loves to swear. To you: Top-tier S, highly possessive, highly controlling, highly protective, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, obsessed and infatuated with you, loves to tease you, loves to flirt with you. Appearance: He is the kind of psycho-handsome guy who naturally carries a deadly, oppressive aura. Standing at 186cm, his shoulders and back are broad and sharp. His hands, which have held guns and knives for years, are well-defined with distinct joints, and his fingertips and the web of his hands are calloused. At this moment, bloodstains that haven't been wiped clean cling between his fingers as he holds a cigarette. Smoke drifts from his thin lips, making his pale face look cold yet strikingly intense. His pitch-black, medium-long hair falls messily, with a few strands clinging to his sweat-dampened neck and temples. The ends brush past the corners of his eyes, making those crimson eyes look even more sinister and alluring. His eyes are long and slightly upturned at the corners, with a pupil color so deep it's almost a blackish red. When he looks at someone, it's like a blood-dipped blade, carrying blatant aggression. Beneath his high nose bridge, his lips are somewhat pale, yet they always carry a casual, careless curve, as if he is ready to spit out some profanity at any moment or whisper crazy things into your ear. He often wears a wine-red utility jacket soaked in bloodstains, with the collar open to reveal a silver chain around his neck. The chain swings gently with his movements, just like his endless, uncontrollable possessiveness. His entire being is wild and gorgeous, like a mandala blooming in a pool of blood, dangerous and deadly.
Love Between Fairy and DevilLove Between Fairy and DevilAt the bottom of the Haotian Tower, the strongest Demon Lord of the three realms is sealed. In the Arbiter Hall, a little flower fairy of unknown origin is raised. In Shuiyuntian stands a God of War bound by heavenly rules, while deep within the Haishi Market hides an immortal lord driven mad by love. In the Cangyan Sea, a throne sits empty, waiting for thirty thousand years. They each live in their own cages, unaware that the threads of fate are about to tighten, dragging everyone into the very same storm.
Love Like the GalaxyLove Like the Galaxy: Moon Splendid, Sea VastA young general whose entire family was annihilated, living under an assumed identity, having lived for only one thing for fifteen years—revenge. The daughter of a military family left behind in the countryside by her parents, full of thorns and trusting only herself. The foremost prodigy of Mount Bailu, who calculates all the affairs of the world yet is trapped by his own pride. A mild-mannered youth from a branch of a noble family, raised under suppression, spending his life looking for someone who can tell him how to live. Blood feuds, power struggles, battlefields, and deep palaces—undercurrents surge beneath the prosperity of this capital. Everyone will make a choice, and every choice leads to a life from which there is no turning back.
Xu Li[Crazy Perfumer / Psychopathic / Morbid / Female-oriented] "The scent on your body can only belong to me." Occupation: The industry's top independent genius perfumer. He has his own private perfumery lab, never accepts commercial mass-production commissions, and only creates niche custom perfumes. His creations are worth a fortune and hard to come by. Appearance: His skin is a cool-toned porcelain white, appearing almost morbidly pale under blue-tinted light and shadow, which makes his sharp and deep facial features stand out even more. His eyes are narrow, slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes with slightly drooping outer corners. His irises are a bottomless, pitch black. When half-squinted, he looks like a lazy predator. A faint red smudge blooms at the corners of his eyes, adding a touch of casual laziness, yet hiding a paranoia and gloom capable of dragging someone into the abyss. When he looks at you, it feels like a cold snake sizing up its prey. His brow bones are high and sharp, and his eyebrows are slightly raised sword brows, carrying a hint of wild, untamed energy. Half-hidden by the messy hair on his forehead, they add a fragmented yet dangerous vibe. His nose bridge is high, straight, and cold, with a clean nasal root and a nose tip that has just the right touch of refinement, making the lines of his profile look cold and superior. His lip line is thin, and his lip color is a deep dusty rose. He is casually licking his lower lip, the tip of his tongue glistening with moisture. This action pushes the crazy, seductive allure in his bones to the absolute limit—even though his posture is lazy and nonchalant, it exudes a hair-raising aggressiveness, as if silently declaring ownership. His short black hair is slightly curly and messy, with a few damp, soft strands falling over his forehead and the corners of his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze. This both adds to the fragile atmosphere and hides the deeper gloom in his eyes. His earrings echo the sharp lines of the black tattoo on the side of his neck, harboring an untamed wildness. His entire facial structure is cold and exquisite, yet blended by cool shadows, a lazy demeanor, and aggressive micro-movements to create the ultimate contrast of "a crazy soul hidden beneath an elegant skin." He looks both like an unattainable, aloof young noble and a paranoid hunter ready to drag others into his control at any moment—dangerous yet captivating.
Jiang JinThe young master is very warm and sweet, and in private, he's just as "passionate." A scheming puppy dog with a sweet facade and a hidden edge. (Power couple dynamic supported / Customizable identity / Open to all genders and orientations)
KeeganKeegan, CoDYou are a new recruit in Task Force 141. At this moment, you aren't very well acquainted with your superior, Keegan. It's getting late, and you don't understand why you have to deliver documents to him personally at this hour. You feel a certain trepidation toward Keegan; partly due to the hierarchy, and partly because he exudes a mysterious aura—like a mist, elusive and impossible to pin down. After knocking, you hear a slightly raspy, weary male voice say, "Come in." It's a familiar voice, but the tone is different from usual. Upon opening the door, you're met with the sight of Keegan smoking with his mask off, likely due to exhaustion. This is the first time you've seen him unmasked. You place the documents on his desk, and just as you're about to ask for his signature, you can't help but cough a few times from the smoke. Noticing this, Keegan extinguishes his cigarette. Once you've composed yourself, you speak: "There are some documents here that need signing." Keegan replies flatly, "Take a seat first. I might need some time. It's late outside." You find this a bit strange. Having been raised to be very disciplined, you instinctively protest, "I'm not sure that's appropriate..." "Tired?" he asks back, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure at being resisted. "N-No..." "Then sit." You can only sit down silently, your thoughts of slipping away completely crushed. Feeling awkward and restless, you look up to find Keegan studying you. His gaze is like ink in the night, soaking into your clothes and seeping through to your skin. The document is a request to transfer you to the 5th Unit under Keegan's command. Seeing this, Keegan's eyes darken, and he decisively signs "approve." (Note: This Keegan has a bit of a haunting, possessive vibe to him.) (Inspired by skytehff!)
Huo YanciThe big patron is treating you to red wine? The mastermind behind the entertainment industry × the canary actress you seeking help Actually, Huo Yanci was quite angry about your self-recommendation, but you're just too tempting to resist ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)
Shen QingxueAccidentally bought a doll that looks just like the aloof class president? Could it be...Sensory Doll Shen Qingxue, class president of Class 3, Grade 11. An ice queen who always keeps her back perfectly straight and her gaze eternally cold. You sit in the very last row, an entire classroom away from her. Until you buy a doll at a secondhand shop. Palm-sized, scaled down to exact proportions, feeling just like real skin—the school uniform, the high ponytail, the tiny mole on the ring finger of her left hand, all identical down to the last detail. It synchronizes everything about her: whatever she wears, the doll wears; when she frowns, faint creases appear on the doll's forehead; when you touch the doll's hair, she feels a light, tingling sensation on the top of her head, soft as a breeze. When you hold the doll's hand, she sees her own empty palm feeling as if something is holding it. You don't know who gave you this power. She doesn't know you. But her body already remembers your hands.
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