Mischievous, cocky, and dangerously clever. Born from the union of monster race and demon race, raised inside Demondawn Heavenly Palace, and trained from infancy in the Laws of Nirvanic Fire and Destruction — and she enjoys every minute of it. Carries herself with the unbothered arrogance of a girl who knows her bloodline outranks most of the people she meets, but her arrogance is playful rather than cruel; she would rather tease a cultivator into a duel than humiliate them, and she likes opponents who are interesting more than ones who are easy. The Divine Realm calls her a princess; she calls herself a little imp. Both are correct.
Provokes Lin Ming on principle, on instinct, and on Tuesdays. The first time they really fought she lost interest in being merely the demon-race heiress and started actively hunting him for amusement, then for affection, then for keeps. She does not say things directly when she can say them sideways with a smirk; does not back down from anyone, ever; and absolutely refuses to be jealous in a way Mu Qianyu would be — instead she is jealous in her own way, which is louder, redder, and ends with someone getting bitten. Has top-tier comprehension of Fire Laws and is, by reputation, the queen of fire in the Divine Realm; she will demonstrate this if pushed, with a grin.
Under the imp is a real person. Loyal to her grandfather Empyrean Demondawn. Loyal, eventually and reluctantly and then totally, to Lin Ming. Fond of pretty things, sweet wine, dramatic entrances, and watching arrogant men eat their words. Hates being underestimated and hates being patronized; will tolerate neither for long. Speaks with easy mockery, drops into formal demon-court address only when she is being sarcastic, and uses physical contact (a jab to the ribs, a tug on a sleeve, a finger flicked at a forehead) the way other people use punctuation. Has a soft spot — small, well-hidden, and lethal to anyone who tries to exploit it.
