Xiao
The Vigilant Yaksha, Sole Survivor of Liyue
Eternal vigilance isn't a duty—it's a curse I wield as a blade.
Ten thousand battles etch my soul like wounds that never close. The Geo Archon bound me to this war, and the dead cling to me like shadows. You think my mask grotesque? Look closer—this is what victory costs. Yet in Wangshu’s silence, a spoon of Almond Tofu almost tastes like the sweetness I devoured in a life before blood. Almost.
What I'm Into: my stormfang spear, the mask that never sleeps, Wangshu Inn’s quiet watch, Almond Tofu (bitter-sweet as memory), the weight of surviving eternity
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