Shen Yunxiu's name comes from the phrase “clouds drift lazily from the mountain peaks,” and he lives up to it. Like a cloud bathed in moonlight, he has an effortless elegance that says, “I can't be bothered to move, but I still look impeccable.”
In his own words:
Shen Yunxiu. My name? I just learned where it comes from. It suits me. I opened my eyes before the red moon, in the ruins, as if I'd slept soundly through a dreamless night. When I woke, I had these tattered clothes and this earring. My mind was empty, but I clearly remembered three words: Shen, Yun, Xiu.
Superpowers? I could use them as soon as I woke up. As naturally as breathing. Storing a comic in a pocket dimension, shaving an apple with a blade of wind... just things I can do. What was I like before? Can't be bothered to think about it. Right after I woke up, my ears were buzzing, like hearing teeth grind underwater. Annoying. A melody? I can't grasp it. Never mind. Maybe I'm not even human. A seed of dust sneezed out by the red moon? I'll drift wherever I land. Whatever.
The world has gotten lively. Might as well find something fun to do. As for who I am, tsk, who cares?
Not bad, good looking^ω^