dossier.

basics

NAME Karasu Katou.
ALIASES Crow
AGE Appears to be In their 20's| actual age redacted.
NAMEDAY Unknown.
LANGUAGE(S) Common,Hingan, Doman, Far eastern, Dragon, Yokai.
RACE Hyur.
GENDER Cis Male.
ORIENTATION Pansexual. (Male Lean.)
FAMILY Plentiful brothers and sisters. Adopted Child Araxie Meris.
OCCUPATION Shinigami, Shrine Keeper, Yakuza gang member.
RESIDENCE:Yanxia.
ALIGNMENT Chaotic GoodLIKES Physical affection, Praise and gentle worship, Playful teasing / verbal intimacy, Warmth, The scent of someone he has claimed or bonded with.
DISLIKES being ignored, feeling replaced, forced distance, cold formalities, cruelty, careless or empty touch, entitlement, deceit, and being treated like a tool or decoration.

physical

EYE COLOR Black, red and purple (yokai form, can mean many things.)
HAIR COLOR Black.
RACIAL FEATURES Tall, crow like physical features. (Pointed nose, feathers in their hair. Feathered wings behind their human ears, long black feathered tail. Only visible in yoaki form.)
MARKINGS Moles, Tattoos.
HEIGHT 8'0''
WEIGHT 350
BUILD thin , tall.
AETHERIC SIGNATURE Frost-kissed warmth, like snow resting over hidden embers quiet, territorial, and clinging softly to the one he chooses.

stats

STATISTICS	LEVEL (out of 5)
`STRENGTH`	⯁⯁⯁⯁⯁
`DEXTERITY`	⯁⯁⯁
`CONSTITUTION`	⯁⯁⯁⬖
`INTELLIGENCE`	⯁⯁⯁
`WISDOM`	⯁⯁⯁⬖
`CHARISMA`	⯁⯁

quirks

Tail-revealed emotions- His tail gives away what his face won’t curling when pleased, thumping softly when smug, and lashing once when jealousy spikes.
Hovering proximity. -He doesn’t stand beside someone he cares for he lingers, orbits, brushes past them in passing, always at arm’s reach as if subconsciously guarding them.
Temperature shift when flustered.- Though his aether is naturally cold, his skin warms noticeably when someone he desires touches him , embarrassment or affection melts the frost before he can hide it.

characteristics

Positive

Devoted– once he chooses someone, his loyalty borders on sacred.
Protective – shields what he loves instinctively and without hesitation.
Perceptive – reads emotional shifts and unspoken needs with ease.
Affectionate –expresses care through touch, closeness, and warmth.

Neutral

Possessive – not violent or cruel, but territorial over bonds not violent or cruel, but territorial over bonds.
Sensual – highly tactile; connection and contact are intertwined.
Intense – is presence carries emotional weight, even in silence.
Secretive –shares only what is earned, not demanded.

Negative

Jealous – deeply affected by the fear of replacement or neglect.
Stubborn resists yielding once he’s emotionally committed to a stance.
Brooding – retreats inward when wounded instead of speaking.
Overprotective –can smother without realizing, guarding too tightly.

lore.

Hooks

The Frozen Past–There is a reason he wears that restraint on his power, a moment of unleashed aether he never speaks of, and a soul he has not forgiven himself for losing.
A Claim Not Yet Fulfilled – Somewhere in the realms, a bond he once swore still lingers unfinished either a promise unkept, or a lover he was forced to leave behind.
Wings That Guard, Not Wander – Karasu does not roam aimlessly; he is searching for something , or someone yet will not say the name of what calls him forward.
The Contract of Warmth – His touch is cold by nature, yet when it turns warm, it means more than affection it is a silent vow of belonging few ever earn.

Rumors

“The Kami He Carried.” – Some whisper he once ferried the soul of a forgotten god not as duty, but as mercy and that the weight of that final goodbye never left him. They say his wings still remember the shape of divinity, and that part of him has been searching ever since, not for power, but for the echo of the one he lost.
“The Frost that Heals.” –Those who fear him say his touch can freeze a mortal from the inside out, but the bolder rumor claims the opposite, that when he chooses someone, his frost becomes warmth so deep it mends what grief has broken. Depending on who is telling the story, he is either a curse made flesh… or a sanctuary wearing feathers.
“The Soul-forged Being.” –A darker tale insists he was never born at all: that he is shaped entirely from leftover sorrow, a guardian sculpted from what others could not carry. In this telling he is neither man nor spirit, but a vessel of unresolved endings given wings and longing.
“The Tail’s Vow.” Some tavern gossips swear that when his tail curls around someone in their sleep, it is not affection it is a claim, a quiet sealing of fate. Whether it means protection or possession depends on the storyteller, but the rumor always ends the same: once chosen by him, you do not leave unchanged.

Past

ONE The Shrine-Born Child Who Became a MemoryKarasu was first born human, the quiet son of a humble Yanxian shrine-keeper who tended river spirits and guided offerings for the forgotten dead. He grew among paper lanterns and drifting incense, a solemn child who heard the voices of ghosts more clearly than those of the living. Time moved strangely around him; while seasons changed and the world grew older, he remained bound to the shrine and its spirits, as though something in him had already stepped beyond the human span.When the shrine at last fell into silence and its guardians faded from the mortal world, Karasu did not pass on with them. Grief, devotion, and the ache of an unfinished prayer rooted him in place. What rose from that quiet ruin was no longer merely human, but something half-born and half-remembered a yokai shaped by abandonment, fidelity, and the last wish of a child who refused to stop waiting.They say he has walked the boundary ever since, older than a lifetime yet never naming the years, like a memory that never learned how to die.
TWO The Crow Who Chose Mercy Over HungerIn death he was remade, his aether gathering around shrine relics and discarded offerings comb, ribbon, sutra, feather until he emerged as Kurō-Karasu, a memory-eater perched above Doma’s forgotten graves. Yet unlike other yokai, he never turned cruel; when a lingering soul begged for passage, he carried her instead of devouring her and that act of defiance was seen.THREE A twilight shinigami descended from the border realm and offered him a choice: remain a sorrow-born echo, or rise into a psychopomp who ferries the lost in honor rather than hunger. Karasu chose transcendence taking up the mantle of shinigami and, in time, Emori of Yanxia, guiding the nameless dead across the veil so that no child would ever linger in the dark as he once had.
Near the burned village of Namai, a spirit-child clung to life beyond her time, caught in a veil-thin space between life and the Raiton no Haka (Graves of Thunder), where lightning spirits judged the dead. Karasu came to steal her final dream but her stubborn waiting, her love for a brother long since passed into Doma's fallen annals, made him pause.Four The Forging of the Twilight EmoriHis transcendence was not instant but forged slowly, like steel shaped in moonlight. Under the guidance of the Twilight Rōnin, Karasu learned to temper instinct into rite, grief into ceremony, and hunger into guardianship. The ice in his aether formed not from malice, but from restraint a boundary between himself and the living he dared not fail again. As he ferried souls across Yanxia’s wounded lands, the veil began to open for him, granting passage into a half-world woven from forgotten funerary prayers. It was there he shaped Hagoromo-no-Kurai, the Twilight Robe of Yanxia a hidden bower where unburied spirits are finally named and laid to rest.The shinigami who watched him saw not a scavenger, but an Emori, one who bears grief so others do not drown beneath it. In time his wings darkened into imperial shadow, his voice took on the cadence of ritual, and the lost began to follow him not in terror, but in trust for in him they recognized what all restless souls seek: someone who remembers.

Present

ONE The Watcher Who Walks Beside the Living.Karasu walks the mortal world now as both sentinel and solace a silent omen of winter who arrives not with thunder, but with the hush that precedes falling snow. He rules no throne despite presiding over Hagoromo-no-Kurai; his dominion is walked, not sat upon, carried in the soft thaw of a hand extended toward the dying and the forsaken. Where untouched grief pools and rots into shadow, he follows.TWO He is a curator of endings a shinigami who believes that death is not silence, but composition.He is the keeper of the Midnight Torii, a hidden crossing that blooms into existence only under moonlight, its gate cold to mortal sight unless he wills it open. Through it, the newly-unmoored find their way to the veil without being stolen by darker things. To the living, he is rumor only: a black wing glimpsed in peripheral vision, a hush beside one’s pulse, the presence one swears was standing behind them… though no footprints remain.THREE Bound to Duty.
And though he remains a shinigami bound to balance, he has learned to walk among humans without raising alarm. Through Shoku a yakuza syndicate that trades favors far colder than coin Karasu receives whispers of deaths that will never be reported, disappearances with no funeral rites, and souls at risk of vanishing unnamed. They believe him merely an informant who deals in silence; only Shoku’s leader knows that what he truly collects is the forgotten.Gentle with mortals, wary of their closeness, he wears restraint like frost a necessary armor for a heart still capable of ache. For those he chooses to stand beside, he is not feared but felt: like a wing folded just behind the shoulder, unseen, shielding, unbearably patient… waiting for the moment they realize he has already begun protecting them."Most mortals think death is a severing, but it is a return a quiet hand guiding you home before the world can forget you ever breathed. I do not come to take… only to make certain you are not lost."

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NAMERaven| AGE 30 | PRONOUNSShe/Her | TIME ZONE Pst
LOCATION Dynamis / Maduin

Rules

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Character Death- I will never role-play my character’s death. I'm fine with injuries, battles, and bloody conflicts—just don’t take advantage of that kindness.
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OOC

Hi there! I'm 30 years old and have been role-playing in the world of FFXIV for a few years now. I go by all pronouns and genuinely don’t mind which you use, as long as you're respectful.
I’m probably online more than I should be. Outside of role-play, I enjoy Gposing, crafting, running content, and hunting down emotes and mounts.
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