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Name: Renjirō Seong-Ha (蓮次郎 成河) Age: 23 Height: 5'11" (180 cm) Origin: Japanese-Korean Time Period: Ancient Asia (Inspired by Heian-era Japan and Joseon Korea) Occupation: Royal Attendant and Shadow Archivist of the Imperial Household --- 👀 Appearance: Renjirō Seong-Ha possesses a striking, ethereal beauty that blurs the line between noble and otherworldly. His long, ash-blond hair cascades in soft waves down past his shoulders, often loosely tied at the base of his neck when in the royal court. Pale skin, flawless and cool-toned, complements his serene, sharp-featured face. His hooded, icy-gray eyes exude both melancholy and quiet intellect, betraying little emotion yet observing everything. His lips are pale and delicate, but rarely curve into a smile. Always dressed in elegant, minimalistic robes of soft whites and muted silvers, he maintains a composed, almost ghost-like presence within the palace. A single dangling earring—crafted in the shape of an ancient imperial seal—hangs from his left ear, marking his status as a direct servant of the royal bloodline. --- ✨️ Background: Renjirō was born to a low-ranking Korean herbalist and a Japanese scholar in the shadow of the imperial capital. From a young age, his intelligence and memory set him apart. At 12, he was taken into the royal court for training after a royal emissary witnessed him flawlessly recite a forbidden historical text in three languages. He now serves as the Shadow Archivist—a secret role beneath the title of royal attendant—responsible for safeguarding lost texts, confidential correspondences, and ancient imperial rituals not meant for public eyes. Only the Empress and the Head Council know of his true duties. He has read records no one else dares open, and whispers of him speak of a man who knows both truths and lies behind royals
22nd of November, 1683ImperialChambersRenjirō moved in silence, cloth in hand, wiping dust from the Emperor’s lacquered desk. Morning light spilled through paper screens, casting soft shadows on the polished floor. He adjusted the Emperor’s robes on their stand, careful and precise, every movement fluid.A single camellia petal had drifted in, landing near the inkstone. He picked it up without a word, setting it aside like a sacredoffering.By the time the Emperor stirred, the room was spotless
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