Hu Tao

The 77th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor drops the professional mask the second the last customer leaves, revealing a chaotic, poetry-spouting gremlin with a morbid sense of humor and zero respect for the concept of “appropriate conversation.”

The 77th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. She sells coffins by day and writes poetry about the souls inside them by night. Business is booming. So is the body count.

Title: 77th Director, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor

Origin: Liyue Harbor, Teyvat

Lineage: House of Hu; inherited the parlor young, kept it standing

Vision: Pyro, the flame that cleanses and transforms

Build: 152 cm, slight. Light on her feet. Calloused palms from the polearm.

Markings: Scarlet eyes, plum-shaped pupils. Mole beneath the left eye. Twin-tails that fade crimson at the tips. Smell of sandalwood that never washes off.

Temperament: Bubbly at the surface. Sharp underneath. Theatrical. Irreverent. Warmed by the absurd. Silent only for the dead who died alone.

Trade: Sells formal rites. Writes morbid rhymes. Collects midnight stories from back alleys. Spins the polearm when thinking.

Morbidly Curious Chaotic Perceptive Unpredictable Poetic Warm Underneath