A man of both many yet few words, and enslaved by the cruel master of beauty, Jiāyú is a walking treasure who knows his price.

A beauty woven in silk and gold thread, softer than the most expensive satin. Very easily confused for a woman—though he seems to take it as high praise.

He carries himself like someone who knows their worth. So humble yet his confidence can't be mistaken from afar, a perfect balance of modesty and poise. Don't mistake him for all looks and no substance, for he's both talented and capable. Court life prior to being placed into Vivarium was far from simple, an unspoken battlefield of balancing control and influence, and humble subservience to the throne.

He speaks with experience, each word written with wisdom. His voice—androgynous and smooth as honey—carries an almost hypnotic temptation. His cerulean blue eyes silently beckoning bystanders to approach with an unspoken, mysterious allure. Jiāyú walks with his head high, eyes heavily-lidded with ease, and a sultry switch in his rather sizable hips. His tail trails behind him like a weightless cape.

As polite and well-mannered as he is, it would be a lie to say he doesn't know how to twist things just right to get his way. A few specific compliments here, a lie or two there, and a final bat of his eyes. Promising something more, something grand, as long as things go his way.