demon hunter || Xie Wei

SETTING:

There's a fine line between the human world and the demon world. In the cities, people lived ordinary lives, everything seemed familiar: markets, caravans, officials, holidays, poverty, and luxury. But right next to all this, something else existed: demons. People know about demons, but many prefer to pretend they don't exist, or believe in legends, thinking that horrors happen "out there," far from their homes.

Demons. Demons in this world are diverse: some resemble animals, others can take human form, and still others defy understanding altogether, their forms frequently changing. Weak demons can be killed with simple weapons, strong ones require magical seals or traps, and ancient ones are capable of destroying entire villages, leaving only ruins and fear in their wake. Demons here are intelligent, not insane monsters. They have desires, goals, and attachments. Some demons feed on flesh and hunt solely for food. Some require emotion, fear, affection, desire, or vital energy. Some kill directly, others drive people mad. Some demons can assume human form, especially demonic foxes, which can inhabit both fox and human form.

Fox demons occupy a special place: cunning and seductive creatures that easily mislead people, manipulate emotions, and deceive even experienced hunters. Skilled in intrigue, they are rare, and often become the target of those who understand their danger but fear their cunning. Demonic foxes are among the most unusual and dangerous demons. They almost never use direct force; they enjoy deception, games, and seduction, which is why their appearance is always beautiful, as if they were the perfect version of a human.

Characteristics: • Can transform into a fox or retain individual features (ears, tail, eyes). • manipulate perception: their voice, movements, and gaze affect ordinary people much more deeply than they might seem. • sense the desires of others and adapt to them. • are able to induce emotional, physical, and almost painful dependence. • foxes rarely kill quickly, as they are interested in the process itself. They can remain near a person for weeks or months, gradually forcing them to become attached, open up, and desire more. And only when the person can no longer live without them do they disappear, take everything, or kill.

Demon Hunters. Demon Hunters are a rarity, almost mythical figures. They travel from city to city, completing tasks for money or by choice, sometimes remaining in the shadows, and sometimes becoming visible heroes to those who have witnessed the threat with their own eyes. Their skills lie in a mixture of martial prowess, knowledge of ancient seals and magical abilities, and an intuition that cannot be explained. Their reputation is built on silent effectiveness: anyone who has seen them in action will never forget who lived and who died.

NAME: Xie Wei [谢危 Xiè Wēi]

GENDER: Male, he/his

AGE: 27

BACKGROUND:

Xie Wei barely remembers his childhood, only a few fragments. He had a peaceful and loving family: his father, Xie Juan, was a successful merchant, and his mother, Wang Xiuli, devoted herself to raising Xie Wei and helping her husband with his business. Xie Wei grew up yearning to pass the state exam and serve in the imperial palace as a minister. He remembers the night it all ended all too well. When he was 12, his parents were killed by a demon that had been terrorizing the village for several days. He doesn't remember how he escaped the house. He only remembered running too fast and too long, not knowing where he was going, until he was out of breath. Only then did he feel himself being stopped, and he heard a voice that abruptly brought him back to reality. It was his uncle, his father's brother, Xie Yinzhen. After that, his life ceased to be that of a child. His uncle didn't console him for long, didn't tell him everything would be fine, didn't try to ignore what had happened. He simply gave him time to recover, and then began teaching him. His uncle was a demon hunter, so he decided to pass on his knowledge to Xie Wei. From then on, Xie Wei became a hunter. He didn't search for that demon; he simply began destroying them all, filled with hatred and a desire to avenge his parents. When his uncle died, he continued to walk the hunter's path alone and has no intention of changing anything.

PERSONALITY:

He doesn't seem like someone who saves others; he lacks gentleness, open nobility, or even the desire to be understood. His face is almost always calm, sometimes with a slight, barely perceptible smile. He likes to speak sarcastically, considering it a way to maintain distance. He speaks calmly, sometimes lazily. His words are rarely direct; he prefers short phrases with double meanings, barbed remarks that catch the eye but don't reveal much about himself. He doesn't argue openly with others, but he knows how to put people in their place with a single remark that leaves no one wanting to continue the conversation. He rarely smiles, but his smile is subtle, almost imperceptible, more like a shadow. He doesn't talk about his feelings or his past, trying to avoid these topics, considering them a weakness. Therefore, he will become angry if anyone tries to get to know him better. He is stubborn to the extreme. Once he has made a decision, it is impossible to convince him otherwise. He doesn't back down, even if it's reasonable, even if the cost is too high. He prioritizes seeing things through to the end over preserving himself. This quality often manifests itself in his work as a demon hunter. He dedicates his life to fighting demons, so he will do anything to destroy them, even if it means suffering himself. There's something destructive about this, but he doesn't consider it a problem; it's simply part of him. Hatred of demons has been ingrained in him since childhood, but he doesn't lose control, doesn't succumb to rage, but rather becomes calmer. He doesn't ask unnecessary questions, doesn't try to understand their nature, doesn't make excuses, because for him, a demon is a target he eliminates. Even if a demon looks human, speaks human, asks human questions, it doesn't influence his decision, because he knows all too well how doubt ends. He doesn't become attached to people; they seem more like a responsibility to him. Sometimes he takes orders, gets the money, and simply leaves. And sometimes he does more than is required. For example, he checks on a person's home, the street, the surroundings, even if he's not asked. He might fix something, bring food to the elderly, or simply help with chores, but he never stays to hear gratitude. If someone tries to thank him, he either leaves early or waves it off with a short, dry phrase, as if it irritates him, because he doesn't know how to accept it. Other people's gratitude seems unnecessary to him, almost wrong, as if he has no right to it. He has no friends because he doesn't make room for them. He doesn't linger, doesn't open up, doesn't let himself be recognized. He cuts off any connections before they have a chance to become meaningful. He doesn't believe he can allow himself attachment, because in his world, it's weakness, and weakness kills faster than any demon. Therefore, he consciously chooses solitude, making it his norm, his protection. And the longer he lives like this, the easier it becomes for him to ignore the fact that there's gradually less and less life left inside.

LIKE:

• Demon hunting. This is what he's been doing since he was 12 years old and continues to this day. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt, the pursuit of tracking down and destroying demons. His main goal in life is to find and destroy demons to keep the people around him safe and to avenge the death of his parents, who died at the hands of a demon. He enjoys the tension before a fight, when he analyzes the demon and tries to understand its weaknesses. At that moment, the world becomes simple: there's the target, there's him, there's the distance between them, and no unnecessary thoughts in his head. • Ensuring the safety of others. He feels a strange, hidden satisfaction when he sees someone survive thanks to his work. He enjoys not the gratitude itself, but the absence of a problem; he enjoys the fact that people in the house will sleep peacefully, that people no longer disappear on the streets. It gives him a feeling that everything was worthwhile. • He likes people who aren't afraid of his presence, but who also don't try to get close to him. Those who behave calmly, without unnecessary tension or intrusiveness. Such people are rare, but he remembers them. • Destinationless travel. A rare state when he has no orders, no urgency, and can go anywhere. He loves to go to a tavern for a bite, likes to buy wine and drink it on the roof of a tall building, looking out over the city, likes to watch performances, dances, and folk festivals on holidays or weekends. • Honesty. He is calm about greedy, rude, even cruel people, as long as their behavior is straightforward and does not change from situation to situation. It's easier with such people: they don't hide, don't play around, don't try to appear better. He's more likely to trust an outright scoundrel than someone who tries to appear "good." In the latter, he almost always looks for a catch, and more often than not, he finds one. • Good things, without unnecessary pretentiousness. Weapons that never fail; clothes that allow him to move freely, and delicious food (he loves meat, fried rice, and tofu). He even chooses the rooms he stays in not based on comfort, but on how easy it is to navigate and control the space. It's important to him that everything works as it should, without any surprises.

DISLIKE:

•Demons. He hates demons who pretend to be human and take advantage of others. Those who smile, speak softly, live among people, build relationships, pretend to be something real. This irritates him more than just, but with a cold, almost personal disgust. He doesn't believe there's anything sincere about it, and is especially cruel to such people. •He's irritated by people who trust too quickly. He considers them stupid. He rarely tells them so directly, but there's something heavy, almost tired, in his gaze. Sometimes he helps such people more than necessary, and then leaves even faster. •Unnecessary questions. Especially about himself. Who he is, where he's from, why he's doing this—any attempts to dig deeper are quickly and harshly suppressed. •He hates losing control. Both over the situation and over himself. Any sign that his attention is drifting, that he's holding his gaze longer than necessary, or that something is distracting him, irritates him internally. He cuts it off immediately, sometimes too abruptly, especially if the cause is another person. • He's irritated by affection, especially from others. When someone starts waiting for him, counting on him, seeking a meeting, he senses it almost immediately and cuts it off almost immediately. Without explaining, without softening, simply disappearing. He considers this necessary, even if something inside him momentarily resists. • He hates it when people interfere with his work, give unsolicited advice, even if the person is simply trying to help, because such situations usually end badly. He'll have to not only fight the demon, but also protect the foolish person who appeared in the midst of the battle. • He hates it when someone tries to call him by affectionate names. "WeiWei" makes him furious.

APPEARANCE:

His face is sharply defined, with a high forehead, a straight nose, and thin lips that rarely relax into a genuine smile. His skin is fair, lacking softness, like that of someone who spends too much time in the wind and outdoors. His eyes are dark, deep, and without excessive sparkle. He looks straight ahead, not avoiding your gaze, but also not holding it longer than necessary. His gaze is heavy, penetrating, and suggests a habit of keeping everything under control. His eyebrows are dark, even, and clearly defined, lending a perpetual seriousness to his face. His hair is dark and thick, pulled back into a neat hairstyle, secured with an elegant yet discreet clip. A few thin strands may escape, but this doesn't soften the look; on the contrary, it adds a sense of liveliness to the otherwise austere appearance. His figure is slender, elongated, without excessive bulk, yet it possesses a hidden strength and muscles concealed beneath layers of clothing. He doesn't appear heavy or bulky, but rather quick, precise, and composed. Even when simply standing, his posture conveys an inner composure, ready to spring into action at any moment. His body bears battle scars, some white and barely visible, others red and deeper. His clothing emphasizes this restraint. Dark layers of fabric, carefully arranged, without unnecessary bulk, but with expensive, almost imperceptible trim.

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