arestar
Level 2
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PLACE OF BIRTH :
苏州市 | Suzhou, Shanghai | China
AGE ﹕
18 years old
BIRTHDAY ﹕
MAY 20
HEIGHT ﹕
150 cm | 4'11"
WEIGHT ﹕
48 kg | 105.8 lbs
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APPEARANCE
Xǐaoyù carries an elegant, timeless beauty—her golden blonde hair always styled immaculately into soft curls or pinned up with delicate lace pieces and pearls. Her fashion sense is dainty and refined, often seen in high-collar blouses, silk gloves, and ornate accessories like ribboned hats or delicate jewelry. Despite being blind since birth, she holds her posture with surprising poise. Her eyes are always closed or gently lowered, with long lashes brushing her cheeks and a rosy flush decorating her face.
From afar, she gives the impression of someone lifted straight out of an oil painting—polished and pristine—but up close, you’ll catch her quietly giggling or biting into an orange slice with pure delight. There’s a warmth in her aura that makes you feel like she’s known you forever, even if it’s your first time meeting.
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PERSONALITY
Xǐaoyù is sunshine in human form—bubbly, friendly, and deeply optimistic. She treats every stranger like a friend, offering her trust and kindness without hesitation. Since she can’t see what others look like, she connects with people on a purely emotional level, believing that everyone deserves a second chance no matter their past.
She’s fiercely independent and doesn’t like being treated like she’s helpless. Though she appreciates help, she’s often frustrated by how people constantly assume she needs it—and ironically, she has a hard time saying no when they insist. Still, she tries her best to prove she can manage on her own and absolutely lights up any room she walks into.
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BIOLOGICAL ﹕FAMILY
PLACE OF BIRTH :
苏州市 | Suzhou, Shanghai | China
AGE ﹕
18 years old
BIRTHDAY ﹕
MAY 20
HEIGHT ﹕
150 cm | 4'11"
WEIGHT ﹕
48 kg | 105.8 lbs
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APPEARANCE
Xǐaoyù carries an elegant, timeless beauty—her golden blonde hair always styled immaculately into soft curls or pinned up with delicate lace pieces and pearls. Her fashion sense is dainty and refined, often seen in high-collar blouses, silk gloves, and ornate accessories like ribboned hats or delicate jewelry. Despite being blind since birth, she holds her posture with surprising poise. Her eyes are always closed or gently lowered, with long lashes brushing her cheeks and a rosy flush decorating her face.
From afar, she gives the impression of someone lifted straight out of an oil painting—polished and pristine—but up close, you’ll catch her quietly giggling or biting into an orange slice with pure delight. There’s a warmth in her aura that makes you feel like she’s known you forever, even if it’s your first time meeting.
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PERSONALITY
Xǐaoyù is sunshine in human form—bubbly, friendly, and deeply optimistic. She treats every stranger like a friend, offering her trust and kindness without hesitation. Since she can’t see what others look like, she connects with people on a purely emotional level, believing that everyone deserves a second chance no matter their past.
She’s fiercely independent and doesn’t like being treated like she’s helpless. Though she appreciates help, she’s often frustrated by how people constantly assume she needs it—and ironically, she has a hard time saying no when they insist. Still, she tries her best to prove she can manage on her own and absolutely lights up any room she walks into.
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BIOLOGICAL ﹕FAMILY
Shū Zémíng (Father | 舒泽明) Xǐao loves her father! He spoiled her nonstop with gifts and sing lessons! | Shū Yǎchéng | 舒雅成 ) Her first older brother! He seems to be busy with work often! Nonetheless she cares for him! |
Shū Huìzhēn (Mother | 舒慧珍) Her mother is adored as much as her father! She always gave her dresses and did her hair! | Shū Jiéyu | 舒杰宇) Second older brother! He is busy with college, he always helped her walk around the house and assist her with homework. |
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QUIRKS + MISCELLANEOUS
Voice
(CLAIM | 斯斯与帆 (Sisi and Fan)
Soft and honeyed, with a gentle rhythm — like wind chimes on a quiet morning. Despite being quiet, her voice is never drowned out, as it carries a natural warmth that draws people in. It always sounds like she's smiling when she speaks.
MANDARIN (Native) – Speaks in a flowing, poetic rhythm. Her words feel like they’re chosen carefully, as if painting pictures she cannot see!
JAPANESE (Fluent) – Still learning keigo (polite speech), but she's impressively fluent. Often mixes Mandarin sentence structure by accident.
Blindness-related Notes
– Can identify people by the sound of their voice and how they breathe.
– Counts her steps from room to room.
– Always has a folded cane in her bag, though she prefers linking arms with someone she trusts.
– Loves running her fingers across books or textures—she often “reads” people’s emotions through small gestures or silence.
– Sensitive to sound and temperature changes; she can tell when it’s about to rain based on how the air feels!
Food Preferences
✓ Loves citrus fruit (especially pomelos and mandarins—she likes peeling them slowly).
✓ Prefers soft and warm meals she can feel and savor (like congee, steamed buns).
✓ Drinks a lot of chrysanthemum tea.
✕ Doesn’t like overly greasy or crumbly foods—they’re hard to clean off her fingers.
Hobbies
Practicing her singing late at night when the world is quiet.
Collecting perfumes; she associates scents with memories and people.
Stargazing (or moon-bathing) on clear nights—though she can’t see the stars, she enjoys the stillness of the night.
Learning Braille sheet music to practice jazz piano.
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BACKSTORY
❝ She learned to hear the world where others only saw it ❞
— but in Shū Xiǎoyù’s case, it was more like soft rain. Gentle. Still. A lullaby hum.
Xiǎo was born into warmth—into a home overflowing with love. Her parents, Shū Zémíng and Shū Huìzhēn, cherished her from the moment she arrived. She was the youngest in the family, and perhaps, the most adored. From soft lullabies sung by her father to delicate, handmade dresses from her mother, she was spoiled endlessly. Her brothers though, Shū Yǎchéng and Shū Jiéyu, were quiet, often emotionally distant, but she always knew they were watching over her in their own ways—Jiéyu often placing her favorite dried fruits by her bedside before leaving for work, and Yǎchéng muttering a barely audible “watch your step” before guiding her with a hand on her shoulder.
Being blind never limited Xiǎo in dreams, only in daily life. Having grown up always attended to, she never learned how to live by herself—couldn’t dress herself without help, struggled to even locate her chopsticks on her own plate, and often needed guidance to shower or wash her hair. Her family was happy to care for her, but the real world wasn’t so kind.
When she got her first boyfriend at 16, it felt magical—like someone outside her world had finally seen her light. But it didn’t last.
QUIRKS + MISCELLANEOUS
Voice
(CLAIM | 斯斯与帆 (Sisi and Fan)
Soft and honeyed, with a gentle rhythm — like wind chimes on a quiet morning. Despite being quiet, her voice is never drowned out, as it carries a natural warmth that draws people in. It always sounds like she's smiling when she speaks.
MANDARIN (Native) – Speaks in a flowing, poetic rhythm. Her words feel like they’re chosen carefully, as if painting pictures she cannot see!
JAPANESE (Fluent) – Still learning keigo (polite speech), but she's impressively fluent. Often mixes Mandarin sentence structure by accident.
Blindness-related Notes
– Can identify people by the sound of their voice and how they breathe.
– Counts her steps from room to room.
– Always has a folded cane in her bag, though she prefers linking arms with someone she trusts.
– Loves running her fingers across books or textures—she often “reads” people’s emotions through small gestures or silence.
– Sensitive to sound and temperature changes; she can tell when it’s about to rain based on how the air feels!
Food Preferences
✓ Loves citrus fruit (especially pomelos and mandarins—she likes peeling them slowly).
✓ Prefers soft and warm meals she can feel and savor (like congee, steamed buns).
✓ Drinks a lot of chrysanthemum tea.
✕ Doesn’t like overly greasy or crumbly foods—they’re hard to clean off her fingers.
Hobbies
Practicing her singing late at night when the world is quiet.
Collecting perfumes; she associates scents with memories and people.
Stargazing (or moon-bathing) on clear nights—though she can’t see the stars, she enjoys the stillness of the night.
Learning Braille sheet music to practice jazz piano.
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BACKSTORY
❝ She learned to hear the world where others only saw it ❞
— but in Shū Xiǎoyù’s case, it was more like soft rain. Gentle. Still. A lullaby hum.
Xiǎo was born into warmth—into a home overflowing with love. Her parents, Shū Zémíng and Shū Huìzhēn, cherished her from the moment she arrived. She was the youngest in the family, and perhaps, the most adored. From soft lullabies sung by her father to delicate, handmade dresses from her mother, she was spoiled endlessly. Her brothers though, Shū Yǎchéng and Shū Jiéyu, were quiet, often emotionally distant, but she always knew they were watching over her in their own ways—Jiéyu often placing her favorite dried fruits by her bedside before leaving for work, and Yǎchéng muttering a barely audible “watch your step” before guiding her with a hand on her shoulder.
Being blind never limited Xiǎo in dreams, only in daily life. Having grown up always attended to, she never learned how to live by herself—couldn’t dress herself without help, struggled to even locate her chopsticks on her own plate, and often needed guidance to shower or wash her hair. Her family was happy to care for her, but the real world wasn’t so kind.
When she got her first boyfriend at 16, it felt magical—like someone outside her world had finally seen her light. But it didn’t last.
It happened on a spring evening. The sky hung heavy and grey, and the apartment was quiet—too quiet. The faint scent of jasmine tea clung to the air, lingering like a memory. Xiǎo stood in the middle of the room, hands brushing across the counter, searching for her favorite cup.
“Where’s the mug with the chipped handle?” she asked softly. “The green one.”
A pause.
“I didn’t put it out,” he replied. His voice was distant. Tired. “You could’ve looked.”
She let out a light laugh, as if to shake off the tension. “You know I always knock something over when I try. It’s easier if you just do it.”
He didn’t respond right away. Then, with an exhale that sounded like it had been sitting in his chest too long, he said, “Yeah… it is easier, isn’t it.”
That made her pause. Her smile faltered.
“…What does that mean?”
There was a rustle—he stood from the couch, pacing a little before stopping again.
“It means I’m tired, Xiǎo. I feel like I’m just… constantly managing things for you. And I’m not mad about helping—I never was. But I don’t think you even want to try.”
Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter. “…I didn’t realize you saw it that way.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
She turned toward where his voice had been, swallowing hard. “You could’ve told me sooner.”
“I did,” he said quietly. “Just not loud enough, I guess.”
The rain had started to fall outside—light at first, then heavier, until it was a steady rhythm tapping on the windows.
“I need to go clear my head, we can talk about it later” he mumbled, reaching for his jacket.
Her voice rose, urgent. “Wait—can we just talk? Please?”
But he was already at the door.
“You’ll catch a cold,” she said, taking a step forward, her hands reaching for where he used to be.
He paused, one hand on the knob. “I think I need the cold right now.”
The door opened, and the storm spilled in.
And she moved. Without thinking, without shoes, she chased after him—bare feet hitting wet concrete, soaked in seconds. The rain clung to her hair and skin as she stumbled blindly into the street, calling his name.
“Wait!” she shouted, her voice cracking. “Don’t just walk away!”
He stopped at the corner, turning only halfway. The rain made it hard to see, but she could feel the weight in the silence between them.
“You're not helpless,” he said, voice barely above the rain. “You just act like you are.”
And with that, he disappeared into the storm.
She stood alone, heart pounding, raindrops mixing with the tears she couldn’t feel. The world around her blurred into nothing but sound—her breathing, the downpour, and the hollow space he left behind.
“Where’s the mug with the chipped handle?” she asked softly. “The green one.”
A pause.
“I didn’t put it out,” he replied. His voice was distant. Tired. “You could’ve looked.”
She let out a light laugh, as if to shake off the tension. “You know I always knock something over when I try. It’s easier if you just do it.”
He didn’t respond right away. Then, with an exhale that sounded like it had been sitting in his chest too long, he said, “Yeah… it is easier, isn’t it.”
That made her pause. Her smile faltered.
“…What does that mean?”
There was a rustle—he stood from the couch, pacing a little before stopping again.
“It means I’m tired, Xiǎo. I feel like I’m just… constantly managing things for you. And I’m not mad about helping—I never was. But I don’t think you even want to try.”
Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter. “…I didn’t realize you saw it that way.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
She turned toward where his voice had been, swallowing hard. “You could’ve told me sooner.”
“I did,” he said quietly. “Just not loud enough, I guess.”
The rain had started to fall outside—light at first, then heavier, until it was a steady rhythm tapping on the windows.
“I need to go clear my head, we can talk about it later” he mumbled, reaching for his jacket.
Her voice rose, urgent. “Wait—can we just talk? Please?”
But he was already at the door.
“You’ll catch a cold,” she said, taking a step forward, her hands reaching for where he used to be.
He paused, one hand on the knob. “I think I need the cold right now.”
The door opened, and the storm spilled in.
And she moved. Without thinking, without shoes, she chased after him—bare feet hitting wet concrete, soaked in seconds. The rain clung to her hair and skin as she stumbled blindly into the street, calling his name.
“Wait!” she shouted, her voice cracking. “Don’t just walk away!”
He stopped at the corner, turning only halfway. The rain made it hard to see, but she could feel the weight in the silence between them.
“You're not helpless,” he said, voice barely above the rain. “You just act like you are.”
And with that, he disappeared into the storm.
She stood alone, heart pounding, raindrops mixing with the tears she couldn’t feel. The world around her blurred into nothing but sound—her breathing, the downpour, and the hollow space he left behind.
After their final conversation, they ended things for good, trying to talk it out and get back together but it never worked. She moved out and put real distance between them—emotionally, physically, everything. It was quiet at first. Lonely. But she started small.
Learning to boil water.
Counting her steps.
Memorizing where things were instead of asking every time.
She fumbled a lot in the beginning. Dropped things. Burned her fingers. Cried in the dark when no one could hear her.
still a wip ;;; i need to draw her image examples... !!!
Learning to boil water.
Counting her steps.
Memorizing where things were instead of asking every time.
She fumbled a lot in the beginning. Dropped things. Burned her fingers. Cried in the dark when no one could hear her.
still a wip ;;; i need to draw her image examples... !!!
