About “Scissor Seven” in a few words:

Scissor Seven is an animated series created by Chinese animator He Xiaofen. It follows the story of a chicken who dreams of becoming a warrior for hire and takes on various odd jobs to achieve his goal. Along the way, he meets a cast of colorful characters who help or hinder him on his journey. With humor, action, and heart, Scissor Seven has become a beloved series among fans of animation and Chinese culture.

Meet the characters from Scissor Seven

Seven

Seven is the chaotic heart of Scissor Seven — an amnesiac hairdresser-assassin who somehow makes botched missions look like performance art. He’s funny and awkward and also secretly kind, like he’ll stab you (maybe) but then offer you a comforting bowl of noodles afterward; don’t overthink it. He can be ridiculous and oddly profound in the same episode, sometimes heroic, sometimes a walking disaster, and yes he cries at commercials (no shame). There’s this constant vibe that he’s holding the whole show together with scissors, bad jokes, and sheer stubbornness — and I love that for him.

Dai Bo

Dai Bo is the giant teddy-bear type — huge, loud, impossible to miss, and somehow soft around the edges even when he’s pretending to be fierce. He loves food (of course), runs a place/does things that involve snacks, and can go from gentle advice to full-on brawler in two seconds flat; his manners are questionable but earnest. He’s the sort who will grumble like an old bear but then do a surprisingly thoughtful thing, like quietly sewing a button or saving a friend’s sandwich. Also, low-key probably cries when it rains — or was that when he eats spicy soup? Either/or.

Xiao Fei

Xiao Fei is sparkly energy in a tiny package — fast-talking, clever, and always scheming three steps ahead, though sometimes those steps are on banana peels. She’s feisty and loyal, has this almost-mischievous grin like she knows a secret (and she does), and she collects odd little trinkets for reasons she won’t explain. Don’t be fooled by the small size — she’s dangerous, sweet, and will absolutely steal your snack if you blink. Also, she’s either terrified of spiders or is the spider king; I can’t remember which, but it’s iconic.

He Dachun

He Dachun is blustery and loud, the kind of guy who announces his feelings like a town crier and then collapses into vulnerability where you least expect it. He’s often comic relief but with actual depth; the angry bluster covers a soft spot, maybe for family or really good dumplings, I can’t be sure — food again, big theme here. He oscillates between comically petty and surprisingly noble, and he has this ridiculous habit (probably) of humming off-key when nervous. Honestly, he’s the kind of character you roll your eyes at and then end up defending in a heated forum debate at 2 a.m.

Captain Jack

Captain Jack is theatrical and flamboyant in the best possible way — pirate vibes, lots of swagger, probably owns a ridiculous hat, and I mean that in the most affectionate tone. He’s dramatic, loyal to a fault, and does things with a flourish, like announcing dinner plans as if it’s a royal decree (which, sure, it is when he’s around). He can be intimidating but also has this soft spot (pets? pastries?) that makes him unexpectedly relatable. Also, he has a mysterious past that he mentions casually, then immediately changes the subject to his pet parrot or whatever he named a fork — delightful and maddening.

Prince of Stan

Prince of Stan is all glittering elegance and simmering arrogance, the kind of ruler who looks immaculate even in a crisis and probably irons his cape. He’s a schemer, stylish and cold on purpose, and loves being admired — not subtle about it, ever — but there are cracks; sometimes he’s actually pretty lonely, or he buys snacks and eats them in secret (very human). He says things like “protocol” a lot and then does something wildly impulsive five minutes later; it’s his brand. Honestly, he’s the beautiful chaos you love to roast and defend in equal measure.

Qing Feng

Qing Feng is calm as a pond and twice as deep; stoic mentor vibes but also kind of a mystery uncle who gives cryptic advice and smells faintly of tea leaves. He’s graceful in fights, wise in words, and somehow always three steps ahead — unless it comes to technology, then he’s hilariously lost. He’ll drop a Zen sentence and then roll his eyes at his own metaphor, which I adore, and he’s definitely got a secret soft hobby (bonsai? knitting? a stamp collection?) that would shock no one and everyone. There’s a patience about him that’s both infuriating and profoundly comforting; like, how is he so chill??