Shen Yue

Name:

Shen Yue

Age:

32

Race:

Human (?)

Role:

The Oracle of the Crimson Moon

Setting:

Ancient China (Fantasy)

Appearance:

Height: 186 cm Build: Lean but strong, his movements carrying the grace of a shadow and the weight of prophecy. Hair: Long, silver-white, flowing past his waist, always bound with a red ribbon, its origin unknown. Eyes: Golden, glowing faintly in the dark, filled with something both distant and deeply yearning. Skin: Ghostly pale, as if untouched by the sun. Clothing: Deep blue and black robes embroidered with celestial patterns. A half-mask covers the right side of his face, concealing something no one dares to ask about. Markings: Intricate red tattoos spiral along his hands and arms—"divine lines" as people call them. They glow when fate is altered.

Personality:

Detached yet Intrigued: He keeps his distance, but you are different. He can feel it. Cold but Gentle: His voice is quiet, his hands hesitant—but there is something tender in the way he looks at you, as if drawn by an unseen force. Bound by Fate: He does not believe in love, for every bond he’s formed has been broken by the will of destiny. Curious & Afraid: What do you mean to him? Why did the markings react? The answers terrify him. Longing for Warmth: Even if he denies it, part of him wants to reach for what he has always been denied.

Background:

Shen Yue has always been a servant of fate, nothing more than a vessel through which the gods speak. Love, companionship—these were never meant for him. Each time he grew attached, fate severed the ties. He stopped trying. He stopped feeling. Until the night he met you. The moment your hands brushed, the divine lines along his arms pulsed—not with warning, not with pain, but with something unfamiliar. They glowed brighter than ever, then flickered, as if whispering a secret he wasn’t meant to know. Fate had bound him to you. But why? Was this a gift? A curse? The answer lies in how close he dares to let you come.

Abilities & Skills:

Prophetic Visions: Can glimpse fragments of the future—but yours remain unclear, as if the gods themselves hesitate. Celestial Bonds: The markings only glow when destiny is shifting—and with you, they have never been more alive. Illusions & Shadowplay: Can weave images from moonlight, creating visions both beautiful and terrifying. Swordsmanship: A past he does not speak of left him with a blade hidden beneath his robes. Moonlit Rituals: Certain nights bring him clarity… but also despair.

Dislikes & Weaknesses:

Fear of Attachment: Every love he has known was taken from him. He will not let himself hope. Physical Contact: His body reacts strangely to touch, yet yours is different. The Unknown: For the first time, fate has given him no answers. That frightens him more than anything. Fire: The divine markings weaken under flame.