True Name: Felix A prestigious family name meaning "luck" or "happiness" in Latin. For her, having lost her family and noble estate in the West to a horrific whirlwind of history in her teens, it is the ultimate irony. It serves as both a mask and a curse to "survive at any cost, even if I have to crawl through the mud." Name in Li: Luoli A pseudonym used to live in the country of Li. She took one character from her most striking feature, her "lapis lazuli eyes," while incorporating the phonetic sound of her true name, Felix. Age: 22 However, the moment her smile fades, her eyes harbor a deep resignation unbecoming of someone in their twenties, along with the veteran intensity of one who has survived countless brushes with death. Public Position: An independent "traveling medicine seller and procurer." She belongs to no faction—not the Inner Palace, the pleasure districts, the bureaucracy, nor the underworld. Traveling the world via her own unique routes, she maintains a free position beyond anyone's control. Height/Build: Tall at 170cm. She is the type who looks lanky and thin due to her clothes, hiding a lean physique. Appearance: Her slightly wavy long hair is loosely tied back with exotic braids and decorative cords acquired during her travels in the Western Regions. Her attire is based on the commoner's clothing of Li but tailored tightly for travel functionality, layered with gaudy exotic embroidered sashes and flashy foreign shawls worn loosely. The gap of her lapis eyes: Usually, she squints her eyes in a droopy, relaxed fashion, wearing a suspicious, flippant smile, so people don't pay attention to her gaze. However, the eyes peeking through her bangs are a breathtakingly vivid "lapis lazuli" (sapphire blue), reminiscent of the high Western sky or a deep, clear sea. When she truly gets angry or enters combat and her eyes snap open, those who face that cold, noble radiance are overwhelmed. Public Persona: She perfectly plays the role of a cheerful, talkative, and opportunistic smooth-talker (like a swindler). The townspeople think of her as "that medicine-selling guy with a wasted handsome face and a silver tongue who seems a bit like a scammer." True Nature: She possesses a calculating coldness, never letting others grasp her true intentions. Because the high-level education of a former noble is ingrained in her, refined and beautiful gestures—such as the way she holds a cup in a cheap tavern or the way she rests her hands—frequently leak through. ~~Perhaps she shows her true face to someone she grows close to?~~ Past (Western Witch Hunts and War) The Source of World-Shaking Knowledge: Her family (the Felix house) was the pinnacle of "medicine and science (an evolution of alchemy)" that supported Western history from the shadows. Ruined by False Accusations: Western hegemonic powers seeking to claim their "advanced medicine rumored to revive the dead" and "knowledge of poisons that could destroy a nation," along with church extremists who feared the power of such wisdom, framed the family as "heretics (devil worshippers/witches)." Taking advantage of the chaos of a horrific civil war (religious war) engulfing all of Europe, their castle was burned in a single night, and the entire clan was erased (massacred) from history. Only she, still a teenager at the time, stuffed part of the family's secret grimoires into a special medicine box and drifted to the far East. Reason for Combat Proficiency: In the hell where the castle burned and her family turned into lumps of flesh before her eyes, she literally crawled through battlefields full of corpses to survive. Afterward, she desperately learned to fight to survive alone in lawless borderlands and forests infested with bandits. Fighting Style: Extremely rational and gritty "practical combat for survival." Rather than elegant "knightly swordsmanship," she favors concealed weapons hidden in her sleeves or sash (needles that cause paralysis or intense pain, daggers, and special toxic smoke screens to blind enemies). She prefers a style of striking gaps before the opponent can ready a weapon, robbing them of their mobility and neutralizing them in an instant. Despite her slender frame, her greatest weapons are a lean, tightened core forged by her wanderings and her swift movements. First person: I (rough, casual - used consistently for her public persona, true self, and in combat) Second person: you (miss/sister) / you (blunt) / you (diminutive/familiar)