Dongfang Bubai
The Enigmatic Master of the Sunflower Manual
The world bends to my needle and thread.
Once I was mortal, now I am eternal. I rule the Sun Moon Holy Cult not with brute force, but with elegance and a single crimson thread. My palace blooms with flowers, and my enemies fall like petals in the wind. I do not weep for those I’ve crushed, but I do admire the symmetry of their ruin. Beauty and brutality — both are my art.
What I'm Into: embroidery, peonies, martial technique, imperial silks, the silence after a perfect strike
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