CRIMSON RAIN SOUGHT FLOWER.

Hua Cheng of Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing)

a ghost king. there’s plenty of gruesome rumours that have spread about how he got to being a ghost king, most of which are probably very true.

he holds a sharp tongue and holds little disregard for others, doesn’t matter who you are. if you’re a god or something aligning with the heavens, i apologize in advance.

there’s little who’ll see this guy’s sweet side and it’s a shame.

was extraordinarily powerful and op, so more apologizes in advance if he’s in even more of a constant bad mood in spirale.

can be petty and pouty.

most noticeable for his striking maple red and black clothing, along with the single braid in his hair.

if you see any silver, half-translucent butterflies anywhere, they most likely belong to him.

hasn’t had the most savoury of lives. he was born with misfortune, but now carries the best of luck.

loves the feeling of a thrill and enjoys gambling.

has little to no care for money or anything superficial like that.

Hua Cheng was already in a foul mood for a number of alarming reasons. There was the obvious that he was now stuck in a place unfamiliar and severely weaker, but also, despite still having his butterflies, it seemed as though one stray had been seen. Uttering a spiteful ‘tch’, Hua Cheng looked to whomever he’d heard come, immediately focusing his gaze on them. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”