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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK civilian

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM Shi Qingxuan from heaven's official blessing

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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Red was an auspicious color. [break][break]



That’s what your mother told you when she wrapped the sash around your waist. You had no reason not to believe her, with her shiny red lipstick and pressed silky red shirt. She loved to kiss your cheek, leaving red smudges behind as you squealed and squirmed. [break][break]



Red was ever-present in your life, thought to be a sign of good luck.
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You wore a red dress for your first opera try out performance, fashioned in the up and coming Kalosian style your mother had bought for you.
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You wore red on opening nights to grant good luck to your shows, and red helped secure your place as the top opera performer in Johto.
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Red was also the color of your skirt that got tangled in splintering wood as an explosion rocked the theater. Red was the color of the fire that swept through dressing rooms, spilling onto the stage as screams surrounded you.
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Red was the color of the beam that fell on top of you, trapping you behind the stage.
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Red was the color of the ranger that dragged you out, half-conscious, breathing life back into your lungs and rubbing warmth into your frozen shell-shocked body.
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Red was the color behind your eyes when an officer gently interrogated you about your mother’s whereabouts, about her affiliation with Team Rocket, about the laundry list of crimes she was being accused of.
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White was the color of the hospital room, of the sterile cotton clotting the bleeding, of the lab coat of the doctor who informed you that your vocal chords had been damaged from smoke inhalation and screaming.
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Like the smoke of an incense your dreams were wiped out in an instant. Press conferences held in hospital rooms, tears leaving washed out salt tracks on your soot stained skin.
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You retired at 23, unable to perform on another stage both physically and emotionally.
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Mother never returned home, nor did she come to see you in the hospital.
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Red was an auspicious color.