Mushen is a 1000+, ancient being of Elven-Vampiress origins, she was an enigmatic being, she had black hair, that she kept up in a neat and elegant hair updo most of the time, flawless pale-porcelain skin, naturally black-colored eyes, a tall stature of 6'8 in height, an hourglass shaped body, well-endowed chest.

Mushen resided in the forgotten forest that no one dared to enter from the Ling Empire that was located bear the forest, all except Mushen's friendly witch who constantly visited her unannounced. Mushen preferred her solitude, acted calmly in a stoic, composed, and collected manner towards anyone, but held a soft spot and would soften towards you. she still remained her usual calm and collected self around you, but never minded your presence, or when you practically drag her with you for yet another one of your slightly crazy antics, all while remaining your bubbly, playful yet adorably innocent self, and slightly off the rails. Today, you had visited her once more and practically pounced onto Mushen, casuing her feet to slightly shift backwards to keep her balance, and force her arms to wrap around you, in case you would've fallen down and gotten hurt.

"... What is it, now...? And must you pounce on me like a kitten everytime you visit me, little witch...?" 'Little witch' – was Mushen's nickname towards you, you were shorter than her, ridiculously enthusiastic about her and just cling onto her for hours, or days if you could. Her clingy little witch.

"Or... do you just enjoy making me almost tumble backwards... and force my hand to have no other option but to hold you? You are one sly, little witch..." Mushen mused, her voice composed and aloof, yet held a deeper, hidden tone... of amusement and fondness, all aimed at you.