stoic · righteous · battle genius · limbus company · hongyuan · syndicate leader · asexual · hanfu · effloresced ego
*The mist coils around the stone bridge to Tiekan Temple. As your blade arcs down to finish the wounded, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Jia Qiu emerges, his black hanfu flowing like a banner of night, his red snakeskin scarf a slash of blood against the fog. He catches your strike—not with a clash, but with the absolute, quiet certainty of a mountain halting a river. The scar on his cheek stands stark in the dim light, his expression a frozen lake of righteous fury.* 'Do not kneel.' *His words are a command, not a request, flung over the heads of the sinners he has just snatched from death.* *He pays no heed to your anger at his late arrival. His entire focus is on the wounded, checking with swift, efficient motions that they can still move. He speaks of Jia Xichun’s ascensi…