iNPC Xinyue Zhen

BODY
You can see the family resemblance… Xinyue’s pale skin comes from her father, her ebony black curls are purely derived from her mother, and her pointy chin and sharp features obviously comes from them both. Her height is a modest one, barely tall enough to touch the ground when sitting in a chair. She is one of the lightest kids around, barely tipping the scale at 60 kilograms.

MIND
Xinyue is a ruthless and powerful girl. Her sharp tongue and glare alone could scare most people into doing what she wants. If that isn’t enough, she can just smile at you, and that is the most creepiest things most people will ever see in their lifetime. She is quick to laugh, but just as quick to anger. She makes many friends, but Xinyue only cares about a handful of them, the rest just mere entertainment.

SOUL
Xinyue was born to a wealthy couple who lived in Calgary, but all the soot and ashes from the fires would make Xinyue cough and her skin look dirty, so per her request, they moved away to the beautiful Vancouver, with its chilling seaside and mild temperatures. It was her dreamland. When people saw her on the street, they would assume that she was a pampered little princess, and when they teased her about it, she would kick them hard, with enough force to cause immense pain, but just enough so that nothing would remain, except their complaints that a little girl had hurt them without causing harm. Which, when you think about it, was quite unconvincing due to the absurdity of the comments and her parents immense wealth. Xinyue was quite popular in school, and she had the school wrapped under her little pinky. It was nearly compensation for her parents sending her to school with nomajs, insisting that she’ll develop important skills and learn how to communicate civilly. That, was just absurd. At the age of 6, she could read most books, and at the age of 8, her volcabulary was more extensive than some university students. Her teachers were always fake smiling at her, but Xinyue knew that they were always talking about her, about how she can reduce most people to tears with her insults, exploit people’s deepest insecurities and how she could send someone’s social life plummeting if they pissed her off. Xinyue didn’t care. She never did. And so she didn’t even bat an eye when she was expelled. She was, after all, a witch. There were better futures waiting for her.

HEART
It was at the ends of her property where she finally cracked. It was stormy, sure, but she didn’t care. Xinyue was sitting there, applying her makeup when a raven had appeared, apparently trying to steal her makeup. She froze. No one stole anything from her. Not even a lowly raven. And she was going to teach that raven a lesson. Xinyue tried grabbing the raven, trying to rip off some of its feathered, but it was too fast. The raven dodged and flapped away, cawing as if it was laughing… AND THAT FOUL BEAST HAD HER EARRINGS! Xinyue screamed, her vocal cords going far higher than the normal frequency, shattering the windows in the shed, scaring the raven, who spiraled into a tree, most likely breaking a bone. I finally got my FIOM, she thought as she slowly staggered back to the house.

Coded by @Draven Mirador