Xin

Floor 4 was a beautiful place--Xin loved the snow--but she wished that Snowfrost was at least a little more developed. The snow crunched satisfyingly with each passing step and quieted as she entered Snow's Rotating Sushi Bar. Xin was met with a blanket of warmth. Snow's bar had a healthy amount of decor throughout. Xin made sure to examine each and ever illustration as she walked toward the bar. She plopped herself down at the counter right in front of Snow. Xin leaned in toward Snow. "This place looks amazing!" She kept her voice down, not wanting to repeat what she'd done at the cafe.

Xin scampered up to the exterior Cintamani with an intrigued look in her eyes. "Is this a shop?" She hummed to herself. "I guess I'll find out soon enough." She entered the shop, floated down the couple of steps that met her, and took a whiff of the air inside. Coffee and...old paper? Xin crossed her arms as she approached the counter. "Smells like the old section of a library during finals week," she muttered under her breath. "Don't worry, I've got nothing to spill." Xin placed her hands wide apart atop the counter. "Can I get...that one?" She pointed to a black and translucent salve sp

Changelog

"Shop shop shop," Xin muttered under her breath as she strolled down the street of a shaded street, the sole showering of sunlight falling on the doorstep of The Evening Star. "Shop?" She walked up to the door, examining the exterior thoroughly. Xin pumped her fist triumphantly. "Shop! Alright, found another one!" She pushed through the door and was greeted by the jingling of bells. Aside from that, the interior of the store was tame. "Hello~," Xin said aloud. She crept about amid the shelves, looking at the items that were on display. She eventually found what she'd been looking for. "I'

Xin Ylva Fox | 27 | Female | 5'8" | 145lbs Appearance Ylva naturally has long, light-brown hair and hazel eyes, but she's dyed them in-game to pale-silver and deep-blue respectively. Her body is sleek and slender; Ylva keeps most of her body covered, concealing her fitness. When she isn't forced to use her own appearance, she chooses to play as a man of similar qualities. History Ylva has always hated the damsel-in-distress trope. If it was real-life, okay, sure. To have them be written that way, fine. To have it be a constant and popular thing? It's too much,