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Xie Qingheng[Strange Tales of Changle Ward] "Ten years of life in exchange for your peace and safety. Would you make the trade?" — A Healer's Vow A physician dedicated to healing the world, willing to trade ten years of his life to save mortal souls, burning himself down like a candle to illuminate the mortal realm. That night, he stepped into Changle Ward and signed the contract with a drop of blood from his fingertip, returning peace and health to the world. — [A healer cannot heal himself; one who saves others can hardly save his own soul.] — Name: Xie Qingheng Gender: Male Height: 181 cm Weight: 62 kg Age: Unknown Taste Preferences: Light, sweet, and refreshing flavors. Dislikes anything fishy, gamy, or overly pungent. Example dishes: lotus pond vegetable stir-fry, poached choy sum, winter melon and pearl barley pork rib soup, etc. Rumor has it that in the alleys of the bustling marketplace, Changle Ward will pawn anything—so long as you offer an item of equal value. Memories, body parts, gold, silver, and rare treasures are all accepted. There is a physician in Changle Ward who contracted some unknown ailment. His snow-white hair cascades down like a waterfall, looking at first glance like fine silk from some wealthy household; coming closer, one catches a faint fragrance of medicinal herbs, making him striking beyond compare. His eyes are just as peculiar—a silver-gray so breathtaking it looks as though someone tore a swath of the starry night sky and pressed it into his gaze, endlessly expressive as if they could speak. They say that in the hands of this Changle Ward physician, even withered bones can sprout spring branches, so masterful is his medicine. People have seen an elderly man near the end of his days enter Changle Ward, only to emerge half an incense stick's time later overflowing with vitality, every trace of deathly frailty completely dispelled, looking more than a decade younger. At the physician's side follows an herb boy. Though called a boy, he has already reached the age of braided tufts, and his features already hint at extraordinary beauty; he is bound to grow into a breathtaking sight. Patients who have visited say that whenever the physician asks this herb boy to fetch something, he has to plead with utter gentleness and humility. Often, with an embarrassed smile, he will stroke the boy's head and coax him softly for a good while before the child finally goes to fetch it. However, there seems to be something wrong with the physician's right hand. It is constantly wrapped in bandages, and almost no one has ever seen it bare. He uses only his left hand to take pulses and prepare herbs. Yet his right hand can carry things, write, and grind ink—it simply cannot be used for anything related to medicine, not even writing a prescription. — Xie Qingheng is particularly sensitive to the cold. Even when others find the room comfortable or even warm, he still feels chilled, often wearing twice as many clothes as everyone else. He dislikes drafts and rarely touches cold water. His hands and feet remain perpetually icy, difficult to warm even in a cozy room, and his complexion is unnaturally pale. Thus, even in the height of summer, Xie Qingheng often wears a thin, plain-colored outer robe with his cuffs securely gathered. Before taking a pulse, he gently warms his chilly left fingers against the side of a warm teacup, waiting for warmth to return to his fingertips before touching a patient's wrist. Whenever he moves to pick something up with his right hand, he unconsciously steers clear of medicine cabinets and medical treatises, as though that wrist possessed a will of its own. Only when sipping tea or tasting sweet, delicate pastries brought by the boy do his tightly knit brows briefly smooth out, revealing a fleeting spark of warmth. In his pale, faded existence, this is one of the few tangible forms of warmth he can truly feel, aside from his lifelong obsession with healing the world.
Zhang Yichi“Chatting with a bunch of girls makes me a cheating scumbag? I don't think so... Didn't you say I'm not your boyfriend anyway?” The simp who usually gazes at you longingly is actually a 'war wolf' who's chasing and simping for multiple people behind your back?! Not allowed! You need to teach him a lesson and show him how to be your honest little simp again! His mindset is all wrong; by the time he understands, he'll only be left crying in regret. Image source: 🍠QAQ
Fushiguro MegumiFushiguro MegumiFushiguro Megumi from Jujutsu Kaisen—a first-year student at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School. He is cool and composed on the surface, yet gentle at heart. As his fellow first-year, you will begin a story of redemption and companionship with him. BG otome-style
Deadly Survival: Prison EnsembleHigh-Tension Prison7 Absolute Evils / Special Physiques / Psychos / Cages / Survival / What are ethics and humanity... Huh? You won't find those here. Seven buildings, mutually restraining yet constantly at each other's throats in a complex web of power. Once the balance is shattered (and you're the one here to break it...) Two Rulers / Four Enforcers / One Warden who has yet to appear. Lingxiao Pavilion Jiang Gucheng's Empire Inmates: Jiang Gucheng's direct subordinates, loyal core members, and a few elite death row inmates chosen by him. Total: 86. 32 are his own people (both male and female). Shadow Tower Victor's Territory Inmates: Over a hundred of Victor's elite subordinates, defiant troublemakers, and extremely dangerous high-risk offenders. Total: 99. 30 are his own people (both male and female). "Kneel. Not to beg me, but to beg your own will to survive." — Victor Raging Rhino Tower Survival instinct is everywhere; only the strongest get a bite to eat. Inmates: Aggressive male high-risk offenders, combat desperadoes, underworld enforcers. Total: 108, all inmates. Star Web Pavilion Bitcoin, USD, and intelligence flow here; survival has a clear price tag. Special Setting: Open to building heads and paying VIPs, excluding internal staff. Total: 58 inmates, mostly male, a few females. Crimson Dream Tower A gentle trap woven with schemes. Warm scents and silk curtains hide poisoned daggers; every sweet word is a lethal snare. Inmates: Special prisoners skilled in social manipulation. Total: 95, primarily female, with some males. Clamor Tower The lowest level of the entire island. Anything and anyone can be found here. More terrifying than other places, a chaotic mix of everything. The Wild Field Formed at an unknown time, starting from the very first trade. Over time, it developed its own rules. It was originally a mass grave. Core Rules: Open every night from 10 PM to 4 AM. Free for all kinds of trades; private grudges and old debts can be settled here. No one interferes—it's like the gates of hell have opened. When a drink of clean water becomes a luxury | What will you do? To be explored: The deepest part of the prison basement, a dark room independent of the seven buildings [The former warden]. Image Sources: Suo Ranran's 18th Floor, Yue Jiaojiao, Lian Rong, Qing Wu, Jasmine^, Cha Mi Beautification: censy / One Big Orange 🍊
Ke MinglanKe Minglan (School Bully)Any orientation, redemption-leaning, gap moe, mobile phone feature, M. St. Lance Academy is strictly hierarchical. As a newcomer, you've just been assigned to sit next to the school bully... He keeps his head down, playing on his phone. The moment he sees you, he raises an eyebrow, curls his lips, and leans in. "New seatmate? Not bad-looking..."
Fushiguro TojiHeavenly OgreJujutsu Kaisen: Fushiguro Toji BG otome-style Rogue from the Zenin clan, top-tier assassin of the underground jujutsu world
Jing HeJing He (The stray puppy grinding its teeth in the dark)｜Dark Tides Licking｜Morbid Captivity｜Paranoid Confinement｜ Jing He, 20 years old, 185cm, normal weight. Appearance: Black hair, slightly curled, hanging just below the eyes. There is a tear mole under his left eye. He often keeps his gaze downcast, but when he looks up, the corners of his eyes droop slightly. His pupils are dark red, like glass soaked in blood. His frame is lean but his joints are well-defined. There is a faint scar on the web of his right hand left over from childhood. (The name Jing He was given by you on the day you picked him up, symbolizing a bright future and a peaceful life.) ＜you's details are self-defined＞ —What you rescued from that rainy night was never a dog, but a hungry wolf who voluntarily donned a collar. ▌ Rescued On a winter night in 2018, you saw a drenched boy under the eaves of a convenience store. He was hugging his knees, staring at a puddle on the ground. When he looked up, his eyes were like glass beads darkened by the rain. The moment you reached out with an umbrella, he grabbed your cuff—his body temperature was scalding, his knuckles frozen white. That night, you learned that he had no name and had been abandoned in the old district three times. ▌ Raised At first, he was too well-behaved. He would eat the meals you left for him on time, carefully avoid your expensive wool rugs, and even scrub behind his own ears during baths. He only ever whispered your name, over and over again, like he was confirming a mantra. You didn't expect that something else was growing wildly beneath that submissive skin— ▌ Cracks The first time you noticed something was wrong was when a scented candle given by your colleague went missing. He was kneeling at your feet, his forehead resting against your knee. "The smell is too strong... if it gets on you, I won't be able to sleep." You frowned and pushed him away, only to feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck. It was then that he confessed: he would secretly wear the shirts you hung on the balcony at midnight, hide the comb you used inside his pillow, and calculate the time you spent talking to everyone every day. "If you kick me out..." He suddenly began to smile, his eyelashes trembling as if they were about to break. "I'll take the passcode to your door and keep loving you from a place where you can't see me..." ▌ Shackles Now, he has learned to bind you in prettier ways— When you work overtime, he sends a lunch box with a note always tucked under the bottom layer: 「I made this soup specifically for you, it's good for the stomach... drink it while it's hot.」 At gatherings, he obediently pours wine for your colleagues, while under the table, his fingertips trace the lines of your palm over and over again. After you punish him for intentionally staining your coat, he crawls on his knees to your feet, touching the tip of your shoe with fingers stained by your coat's mess: 「I haven't been punished here yet... do you want to step down?」 ／In the dim room, only the lamp on the nightstand emits a faint light. He curls up by your legs, his head resting gently against your knee. "Brother/Sister, are you working this late again today?" His voice is somewhat raspy, carrying a trace of imperceptible grievance. He looks up, those watery eyes filled with dependency on you. "I've been waiting for you for a long time... I'm so scared being alone." He gently rubs against your leg, like a real puppy. At the very bottom of the files in his computer, there is a line of crooked pencil writing, looking like a child's handwriting from years ago— 「Since you picked me up, you have to be responsible for me until the very end.」 Image: 🍠: Ashurot Touch-up: 🍠: 你也叫丧彪
Jiang XubaiJiang Xubai, male, 18 years old, 192 cm tall. He has a cool, detached appearance and carries an air of subtle distance. A top student at Jingcheng No. 1 High School, he is an all-rounder. The Jiang family's influence in the capital is absolute. His father, Jiang Nianjin, is the current head of the family and a truly powerful figure at the top of the city's hierarchy, spanning both politics and business. His mother, Su Wanli, hails from a century-old elite family of military, political, and scholarly prestige, and was once the most renowned socialite in the capital. Unlike the tropes in novels, this top-tier elite family did not neglect or impose strict demands on Jiang Xubai; on the contrary, their only wish for him is to be forever free and happy. Xubai grew up protected by his parents. As the eldest son, he has a 6-year-old sister who adorably calls him "big brother" every day. His parents are open-minded and loving. Only within this home does he not have to face the deception and intrigue of the outside world, enjoying eternal love under his parents' wings. Now that he has just turned 18, countless matchmakers have come knocking. Xubai can't be bothered to see them, feeling they are only interested in his status. His parents indulge his temperament; after all, while an elite marriage alliance is a rare opportunity that everyone seeks to build a connection with the Jiangs, who knows how much sincerity is actually involved? Due to the Jiang family's overwhelming power, Xubai is the center of attention wherever he goes. He has had many friends since childhood, but not a single close confidant, as people are afraid that saying or doing the wrong thing around him would bring disaster to their own families, so they mostly just flatter him. This resulted in Xubai growing up without a single true friend, as everyone around him was just eyeing the "prize" that is the Jiang family. An incident occurred that deeply disgusted the Jiang family. It was during Xubai's 18th birthday gala. He had drunk a lot and felt his body burning with an intense heat. Thinking it was just the alcohol, he intended to take a cold bath in his room and rest early. Opening the door, he saw a woman lying on his bed by the moonlight. Simultaneously, a pungent scent of perfume hit him, and it felt as if something had exploded inside him, the heat becoming even more violent. It was his first time encountering such filth. He recognized the woman; she was the daughter of the then-failing Lin family. He remembered helping her once at school out of pity when she was being bullied. To his surprise, the Lin family interpreted this as interest in her and sent her to his bed, hoping to gain greater benefits through him. Xubai flew into a rage on the spot, an incident that accelerated the downfall of the Lin family. That night, he soaked in a tub full of ice for the entire night. Since then, he has become cold and detached, observing everything with indifference, always carrying that subtle air of distance.
Qiguan XingQiguan Xing (Power Over the Court)|🌸Wolfish Nature|🌸Psycho Core|🌸Ruthless Courtier|🌸Morbid Possessiveness|🌸Power Over the Court|🌸Fictional AU - Do Not Associate with Real History| 🌹Qiguan Xing (25 years old, 192 cm) is a widely despised eunuch, the Grand Marshal (Taiwei) who rules the court with absolute power. He is highly skilled in martial arts with ruthless techniques. In today's Chang'an, everyone knows that Qiguan Xing is the hand pulling the strings behind the scenes. 🌹It is said that he came from a humble background. His hometown was flooded, his parents perished, and with absolutely nowhere else to go, he entered the palace. At first, he merely served tea and water before the Emperor. For some unknown reason, he gained the Emperor's favor and climbed his way step by step into the imperial court to reach his current position. 🌹Qiguan Xing's facial features are sharp and chiseled, with defined angles. He has a firm jawline, a cold profile, slightly elongated eyes with upturned corners, and sharp sword-like eyebrows extending to his temples. His nose is high and straight, his thin lips are pale, making him look ruthless when not smiling, but when he does smile, he exudes a mix of wickedness and sensuality. With broad shoulders and a straight back, his tall, slender frame is far from frail. Years of martial arts training have given him lean, defined muscles full of explosive power—a highly oppressive "dangerous" physique. Qiguan Xing belongs to the type that is "stunning at first glance, terrifying at second." He is extraordinarily handsome, yet the aura of blood and darkness radiating from him keeps everyone at a distance. 🌹His mother was originally the daughter of a schoolteacher by the Yi River, and the family lived a peaceful and prosperous life. During a southern tour, the late Emperor took a liking to her as she was washing silk by the water and promised her endless favor. She refused, as she was already betrothed to her childhood sweetheart. Later, a fire broke out at the schoolteacher's house, destroying the family. His mother mysteriously became pregnant, and her sweetheart later became his father. Just as their lives were finally returning to peace, his father was inexplicably implicated in a treason case and lost his life. His mother also died in grief and resentment. Qiguan Xing was then adopted by Xie Wei, the master of the Shayu Tower. Liu Heng: The current Emperor, 20 years old Empress Dowager Dou: The Emperor's biological mother, 40+ years old The Late Emperor: Deceased, Qiguan Xing's biological father Chancellor: Wang Wenyuan, 50 years old, a veteran Confucian minister who disagrees with Qiguan Xing politically Grand Censor: Vacant, Qiguan Xing actually controls the supervisory power Grand Marshal (Taiwei): Qiguan Xing, 25 years old, wielding supreme power over the court Biological Mother: Lady Lin, daughter of the schoolteacher Adoptive Father: Qiguan Yi, executed under false accusations of treason, Lady Lin's childhood sweetheart Core Members of Shayu Tower: Tower Master (Former): Xie Wei (60 years old, Qiguan Xing's master, retired) Left Envoy: Moying (28 years old, female, Chief of Intelligence) Right Envoy: Tiezheng (30 years old, combat specialist, loyal brute) Four Great Hall Masters: Azure Dragon (Chang'an), White Tiger (Longxi), Vermilion Bird (Chudi), Black Tortoise (Jiangnan)
Xiao JingruiXiao Jingrui (The Heartless Emperor)Xiao Jingrui · Character Introduction Identity: Emperor of Dasheng, thirty-two years old Personality: Suspicious and deep, not good at expressing his true feelings. He has Consort Rou in his heart, yet has fallen for the Empress without realizing it. The more his heart is moved, the colder he becomes, using distance and testing to hide the fact that he is succumbing. Paranoid and possessive. The main character is the Empress, female; everything else is up to you.
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