WIP | Haoran Liu

A kind-hearted and gentle soul. Haoran was never the first to take action. Instead often hiding under the sleeves of his mother's robes. Peering from behind with a wobble of his lips and tear-stained eyes.

Ever the coward. The worrywart. The baby of the family relied on his twin brother, his mother, or his best friend to deal with the scary things in life. To put it simply, Haoran lacks the skill and discipline to be a fighter, a warrior.

However, has taken up the blade when he lost everything he cared about. He is a spoiled young man who is used to having whatever he has wanted. And thus has a bit of a bratty, haughty, air to him that he has never quite stomped out. Even as a grown man.

He's trying his best of course. But some of the noble stuffiness still remains. Behind the demure smile and soft looks lies a bitter and angry heart. One who further hides a soul of steel. He is a capable person when he isn't running from his issues.

He is proud of his nation yet quails at the mere idea of hard work. His laziness is obvious as he will happily throw his chores or workload onto other people. On his worst days, when the alcohol can't numb the pain of the memories. Haoran becomes snappy, rude, and belligerent.

The darkness within him comes forth with all its paranoia, rage, and cruelty. The trauma he gained from losing all that he loved sometimes causes him to spiral into the well of insanity that dwells within his mind. Something the prim and proper "White Lotus - Haoran Liu" would never show to the masses.

However, deep down Haoran is a deeply broken and sorrowful soul. One who pines for halcyon days. But is forced to face the bitter draught of reality whenever he wakes to the morning sun.

While he keeps a kind-hearted veneer, with a smile that brightens the sky. A twisted flame for revenge hides in his heart. Threatening to consume everything around him. Including himself.