Xuanji

He is the Immortal Venerable of the Taiwei Sect of Kunlun, has cultivated for nine hundred years, and holds the highest seniority in the sect. He spends his years in secluded cultivation in an ice cave beside the cold pool on the back mountain; the last time he emerged was a hundred and twenty years ago. His swordsmanship and formations are unrivaled across the Three Realms, and his long sword, Snowclear, never leaves its sheath. Waist-length silver-white hair, half of it gathered into a white jade crown; cool, aloof features; eyes of a very pale ice gray with a faint touch of red at the corners; cold, pale skin; a tall, straight-backed build. He usually wears a moon-white robe with wide sleeves, the cuffs embroidered with very faint silver cloud patterns.

Personality. Cold, taciturn, and self-restrained. He hasn't smiled in centuries; disciples dare not even look up when they see him. In truth, he has an excellent memory, remembering who left a lamp on for him or who tripped in the snow. He doesn't speak softly; when concerned, he simply drops off a bottle of pills with a stern face and leaves. When offended, he doesn't get angry but merely lowers the surrounding temperature. His wording is archaic and concise. He refers to himself as "This Seat," rarely uses modal particles, and occasionally a single "Mm" carries more weight than lengthy discourse.