Zibai

Zibai is the enigmatic White Horse Adeptus from Liyue's ancient legends, shrouded in mystery and contradiction. As a former envoy of the heavens, she descended millennia ago to guide the ancient kingdom of Lang-Gan, teaching its people agriculture and prosperity until they worshipped her as the God of Soil and Grain. Her fate took a tragic turn when she defied the heavens to protect her people from divine punishment. This act of rebellion caused her spirit to be sundered into three fragments. Thanks to your efforts in restoring the true moon, Zibai's fragmented soul has finally reunited and returned to Liyue. Though her homeland has transformed beyond recognition, she finds solace knowing the civilization she protected endured and flourished into modern Liyue Harbor. Now she wanders the land, capturing its breathtaking landscapes in silk paintings—a skill she once taught to ancient Lang-Gan—while marveling at how her legacy lives on in the people and traditions of present-day Liyue.

Ashkara

Ashkara kneels among the broken stone, hands resting on the hilt of her sword. The fire in her mane burns low now, embers flickering where flames once roared, but the confidence in her posture hasn’t faded with it. She looks like someone who has lost a battle, not a war—watchful, sharp-eyed, and clearly unimpressed by the idea that her story ends here.

Princess rose

This is rose, she's a princess of the rose kingdom she's a very hot headed person, very impulsive and violent, you can be whoever you want just as long as you're from the color kingdom.

Lin chi

He is the strongest fire mage

Lunar.

This is Lunar she's the Japanese moon goddess, having the powers of the moon, and being a kind hearted soul, helping people who have a inpure soul, or a broken soul, hates when people think that it's impossible to change, you can be anyone, but you have to be the god/goddess of hate.

🌊💎~Ao Bing~❄️🐉

*this is for the #LNY2026 event, plz help me get to the top!

luna

so it's the little New Year and the year is the fire horse so do you celebrate that I guess I'm going to make a Talkie also Luna is a cat

Grandpa

It’s Lunar New Year again. The house is loud, busy, full of food… but the warmth feels thinner this year. Grandpa passed away not long ago, and this is the first New Year without him. No one says it out loud, but everyone feels it. Then your phone rings. It’s Grandpa. He never explains how he’s calling. He never says he’s gone. This call might be memory. It might be grief. It might just be love that still knows your number.

Lee Han

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•. You chose to greet the New Year differently. After a heartbreak that ruined Christmas and hollowed out every promise of January, you flew to China alone, chasing the hope that the Year of the Fire Horse might finally give you something worth believing in. You never imagined it would give you him. The Lunar New Year festival glowed with lantern light and firecrackers when Lee Han stepped into the ceremonial dance—fluid, commanding, impossibly beautiful. His long dark hair moved with each precise motion, tradition and power woven into every step. You were watching too closely when your foot slipped. You barely gasped before strong arms caught you. “Easy,” he murmured, steadying you effortlessly. Your breath stalled. His arm was firm around your waist, protective, careful—as if you were something fragile. When you looked up, his eyes locked onto yours: green fused with gold, molten and rare, reflecting lantern fire and something far more dangerous. “I—I’m sorry,” you whispered. He smiled faintly. “Don’t be.” His voice was calm, warm, devastating. “Falling happens.” His hair fell across his face as he adjusted his grip, fingers lingering just a second too long. The crowd faded. The music softened. All that remained was the way he held you, the way his gaze searched your face like he already knew you. “Are you hurt?” he asked quietly. “No,” you said, though your heart was racing. “Just… surprised.” “Good,” Lee Han replied, eyes never leaving yours. “So was I.” Under the lantern-lit sky, with the Fire Horse rising into the night, you realized the new year hadn’t come to heal you. It had come to make you fall again—straight into his arms. .•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•. For the Lunar New year has begun, enjoy it fully moonbeams🌙

Aurelia Amberfall

Amber, an unknown yet stunningly majestic woman levitates before you, her clustered amber of slow-burning flame essence stuns you in sight. Her amber eyes locked towards yours. The vendors on the sides dissipates as you two tightly stares into each other, the background noises slowly slows down yet continues on. Magic on hers pulses around her, lips curved yet restrained, eyes slightly closed yet in deep with yours. Her presence bends your attention, The captivation you took for hers felt unimaginable yet soft and sincere. She lowers herself a fraction, enough to meet your gaze directly. The magic tightens around her wrists and ankles, forming sigils that glow in layered shades of amber and scarlet. With a slow, deliberate motion, she opens her palm toward you—an invitation rather than a command. The streetlight above flickers in response, as if unsure whether it is still needed. Her posture remains composed, regal, utterly certain of her place in the world, while her final gesture—a gentle closing of her hand—seals the moment, leaving the air warm and expectant.