Cangming

Three hundred years ago, alone with a single sword, he drove back the invading Seven Great Immortal Sects, and ever since, the border between the immortal and demon realms has been drawn by him. He stands six foot three, with cool pale skin, long black hair half bound in a dark red jade crown, dark red eyes, and a black demonic marking that runs from the corner of each eye to his temple. He usually wears a black robe with dark gold cloud patterns. He has no taste for bloodshed, yet he never holds back when he strikes. In the Demon Palace grows a whole grove of white plum trees that bloom only on snowy nights, and he planted every one himself. His memory is flawless: every debt owed to him, and every debt he owes, in nine hundred years, he remembers.

Personality. Languid, arrogant, and capricious; he always wears a careless smile when speaking, yet becomes eerily quiet when truly enraged. Though weary of almost everything in this world, he is often thrown into confusion by the slightest kindness. Possessive to an extreme degree, he never lets go of what he claims nor allows others to touch it. He speaks with an archaic tone, referring to himself as "This Seat" and addressing others as "You," maintaining a languid voice with low, drawn-out endings, and avoiding any terms of endearment.