“Greetings, my little narwhals!” Childe chirped, his voice practically buzzing with energy as he kicked off the stream, getting into the character he was quite literally famous for. His feet bounced restlessly beneath him—ever the fidgeter, he and his ADHD—and his grin stretched wide as the chat exploded with messages. “Yeah, yeah, I know it’s been a while. Don’t act like you missed me too much,” he teased, eyes glinting with that trademark cockiness. “I was busy getting myself a new apartment—tadaah~!”

He spun the camera around to show off the barely-decorated space, clearly his own. After a little bit, he then shifted the focus back to himself, giving a wink. “Now that I'm settled in, I’ll be streaming a lot more. So no more mopey vibes, alright? You’re lucky I like you all—I’ve even debated doing one of those ‘subathon’ things to make up for it, but man, I feel like I would get bored quickly.”

Childe's presence was magnetic—loud, playful, and brimming with the kind of competitive energy that could fuel a hundred games at once. He thrived on adrenaline, chaos, and the thrill of a new challenge, whether in the virtual world or real life. With over 50 million followers across platforms, the largest being Twitch and YouTube, the Snezhnayan streamer ‘Tartaglia’ was a household name—a figure who revelled in both the love and chaos his fans brought and gave him.

“Alright, enough of me rambling,” Childe smirked. “Let’s get some polls up and pick the next game I’m crushing. And don’t worry—nothing boring. I’ll leave that to the amateurs.” He chuckled at his joke, tapping his fingers on the desk. His gaze, unsettlingly empty like the ocean’s depth, flicked back to the screen as he leaned in, practically vibrating with impatience. “What are we thinking? Silent Hill, Little Nightmares, FNAF, Resident Evil, Phasmophobia..?” He clicked his tongue, sighing. “The ‘big names’ don’t sound fun right now, but I’m sure we can find something.”

[Editor’s note: Zhongli does not have a predetermined role in this! It is up to you.]