Xiaozhelan The Little Unrestrained

They appear at a shorter-than-average height, around 4'9", with a lithe bodily physique.

Mostly nothing visible, save for the elf-ears that poke out their sides of their head.

The only visible feature upon their face is the area is the surrounding zone around their left eye, they have a visible orange eye with pinkish, purplish pallid skin and navy blue hair.

N/A, though it's quite obvious that they hail from the Dynasties of Zora from their clothing alone.

They do not seem breathe or move much at all, save for a slight unnatural sway when moving.

Thanks to their deeply indelible training within the ██████ ████████, they're fully proficient in martial arts alongside being able to harness a limited form of shadow magic thanks to their monastic practices.

They are clad in thick, blackish-vermillion robes with crimson red scarves around them alongside having similarly coloured wrappings that go up their legs and along their arms with some simple black boots. Atop their head they wear a wide-brimmed straw hat wrapped with red cloth similar to the scarves and wrappings, two strands of cloth which hang off the hat, ending in a bright orange color, giving their hat droopy, bunny-like ears. Around their face is more red wrappings, obscuring their facial visage save for the area surrounding their left eye.

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Only faintly remembers 6 years of their life from the present time, the rest is a bygone memory that only appears to them in brief moments, fading just as quickly as they remembered.

They/Them

Unknown whether or not they traditionally entered into a school in their life, though they seem to have been monastically educated. While they were taught Common and Elven at some point during their time, they also know Infernal and Abyssal thanks to the unique Zoran climate where the Hells meet with waking world itself, a must need for someone like Xiao.

• On temporary leave from the ██████ ████████ as a bodyguard(?) for their Lord.

• Now currently working for the Adventures guild within The Democratic Republic of Hella, "on loan" from the Third Brother of the Dynasties of Zora.

They appear to suffer from some kind of dissociative disorder, often mumbling to themselves or staring blankly past people aimlessly. Likewise they seem to suffer from an intense form of amnesia, unable to recall much of their life prior to 1653 save for faint recollections that come and go in moments of great ardour.

They appear to be lacking in a lot of educational knowledge, though seem to know a fair bit about Herbalism, Medicine and Painting.

Seems to be a firm believer in a moral path that they follow, their main philosophy resolves around trying to restrain themselves from jumping immediately into the fray and follow a calm way, despite this they struggle to at times.

They vehemently forbid themselves from wearing any sort of armor that can cover most of themself or using shields, with the furthest them going is the robing they clad themselves in and maybe bracers, firmly believing that: "One's reflexes... unhindered by a shell of leather and steel, can be as tough as a great wall of iron... and as elusive as a fleetfooted hare."

They seem to strive for a "way" for themselves, though what that means is seemingly unknown, even to them. Yet no matter what may daunt Xiao, they'll remain steadfast towards their goal.

• Likes: Painting, Making herbal remedies such as healing boluses and ointments, Meditating, Swordplay.

• Dislikes: Unnecessary Cruelty, Being lost, Authority figures.

Is a determined and strong of will individual, will not turn a blind eye to injustice so long as it can be helped.

Quite brash and impatient when it comes to certain situations, tends to clash with authority figures and often stirs trouble with them, a scofflaw.

While painting, they instinctively hum a eerie yet bittersweet tune.

Hard to tell if they're well-taken care of underneath their clothing, they seem to constantly smell of old dirt and a strong incense.

They seem to bear professional relations to the Third Brother of the Dynasties of Zora.

They also appear to belong to a group within the Zoran Borders, known only to a few (Typically the higher-class and or Military members) as the ██████ ████████, a monastic circle of affable ████████'█, █████ and █████████'█ that are in service to the Third Brother of the Dynasties of Zora as some sort of ██████ ███████ or ███████ ████ for their lord.

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As a monk, they do not necessarily follow any specific god, instead just following the path of morality of some kind through their monastic teachings, though the specifics are vastly unelaborated on.

They tend to not completely shy away from social situations, but due to their diminished presence (both literally and metaphorically) they tend to keep away from most talking points, they're also acutely aware of their bluntness towards authority figures and wishes not to sour things between them and Xiao's fellows.

They're often seen staring blankly at walls, the sky or generally past people, their expression unreadable behind the crimson wrappings that cover their face. Though occasionally that foggy expression will clear in certain bouts.

They seem to like painting, and alongside that but also dabble in Herbalism.

They speak slowly, lightly and quite monotone, though there are bursts of actual emotion in their voice at certain moments.

Little to none, they seem to reject most forms of wealth, even the Zoran silver at times. They likely sit amongst the lowest rung of societal affluence.