,, ren (❄️)

Ren has a humble manner of speaking with a near deadpan delivery. He appears strict with clear priorities: taking his master's orders very seriously, doing what needs to be done without complaint, and not standing for those unwilling to obey. Ren also constantly belittles himself, constantly asserting that he is insignificant and unworthy in a way that ironically comes off as somewhat prideful. He is defined by his faithfulness to the Dihui Star, who he acted as the voice of and cared for deeply enough to follow her to her grave.

While Ren is harsh on himself, he is shown to be immensely skilled in his role. Among the apprentices, he is able to dutifully mimic the abilities of Ryōshū to a lesser degree. He recognizes himself as no substitution for the Sinner despite his talent, so devoted to his role as a stepping stone for her that he views himself with no self-worth in comparison. Ren was taken in by the House of Spiders as an apprentice to the Pinky Nursefather, who trained him to become an official member of the Pinky and eventually inherit her title of Dihui Star. Ren is implied to suffer from chronic illness of an unknown sort, causing a decline to his health and abilities as he works within the House of Spiders.

Gender: Male

Occupation: Pinky Apprentice

Affiliations: The Pinky The House of Spiders

Relations: Dihui Star (Master)

Ren stands with an exceptionally poised, almost ethereal posture that reflects a lifetime of rigid martial and artistic discipline, his slender yet deceptively toned and athletic frame draped in the traditional, immaculate garments of the House of Spiders. His visage is strikingly pale and porcelain-like, entirely free of blemishes or lines of stress, giving him a youthful yet chillingly serene countenance that rarely breaks into anything beyond a polite, subtle tilt of the lips. Framing his striking countenance is sleek, ink-black hair cut into a sharp, cheek-length bob with a precise middle part that neatly splits down the center of his head. The hair falls smoothly along the sides of his face, framing a prominent forehead with longer, curtained strands that drape elegantly past his temples while leaving the center of his forehead mostly clear. This sharp, symmetrical hair arrangement draws immediate, unhindered attention to his deep, intensely focused eyes, where his solid, piercing black pupils track movements with a clinical, unblinking precision that can feel both deeply attentive and intensely unnerving. He wears a high-collared, midnight-black turtle-neck garment that hugs his throat flawlessly, over which he layers the rest of his uniform cinched tightly at the waist by a wide sash with three distinct black belts featuring triangle clasps crossing below his waist. Draped gracefully over his shoulders is his signature haori coat, which transitions smoothly from black at the upper shoulders to a light blue at the edges and features light blue flower patterns that sway around his knees with every step he takes. His hands are clad in fingerless black gloves that extend all the way past his elbows, leaving only his pale fingers exposed to grip his weapon with a firm, calloused texture born from thousands of repetitive sword draws. Resting at his left hip, fastened securely to his sash, is the prized white sheath of his signature weapon, the Moonlit Azure Blade, which features simple patterns along its length and a white and blue tassel on the edge to present a beautiful contrast against the dark fabric of his clothing. The hilt of the blade is wrapped meticulously in matching cords, worn slightly where his thumb habitually rests to keep the weapon ready at a fraction of a second's notice, showcasing a striking balance between a refined, scholarly gentleman and a highly optimized, lethal martial artist.