The Black-Feathered Orian.

"I carry what others leave behind, so the lost are never alone."

✔ Light| Player| Snow|

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dossier.

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basics

NAME Karasu Katou. 'Akiyo Ensho'
ALIASES Crow, Raven
AGE Appears to be In their 20's| actual age redacted.
NAMEDAY Unknown.
LANGUAGE(S) Common, Hingan, Doman, Far eastern, Yokai.
RACE Hyur.
GENDER Intersex.
ORIENTATION Pansexual. (Male Lean.)
FAMILY Plentiful brothers and sisters. Adopted Children.
OCCUPATION Orian/Courtesan, Yakuzua medical staff member.
RESIDENCE:Yanxia and Kugane penthouse in the red light district.
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 Tall, muscular.

stats

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lore.

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Past

ONE The Winged Disciple of NamaiKarasu didn’t come into the star as a shrine child, nor as something easy to explain. By the time people first noticed him near the outskirts of Namai, he already carried himself like a young man quiet, put together, and just a little off in a way people couldn’t name. There was something in his aether that felt strange; too sharp, too aware, like it had already been shaped by something else.It was an onmyoji who took him in. Not out of kindness, but because she recognized what he was. She saw the yokai in him right away untrained, but full of potential. She didn’t raise him like a child. She trained him. Under her, Karasu learned the older ways of Yanxia how to draw wards, how to speak rites properly, and how to use magic that relied just as much on presence as it did power. He picked it up quickly, almost too easily, his aether bending to things that should’ve taken years to learn.TWOWhat she taught him wasn’t just ritual. It was how to be seen, and when not to be. How to hold someone’s attention without trying too hard. How to let silence do the work for him. Over time, that turned into something smoother, more natural his movements, his voice, even the way he looked at people all becoming part of it. Magic and presence started to blend together until there wasn’t much difference between the two.They stayed on the edge of Namai, never really part of it. People came to them when they needed something; protection, guidance, or things they didn’t say out loud. Karasu became part of those exchanges, his presence just as useful as any charm. It didn’t take long for him to understand that what he was had value and that people were willing to give a lot for it.THREEWhen his master fell ill, it happened slowly. No sudden end, just her strength fading bit by bit. Even then, she stayed clear-headed. She didn’t comfort him, didn’t ask him to stay just told him to keep going. What she left him wasn’t warmth, but direction. His nature wasn’t something to hide. It was something to use.FourAfter she passed, Karasu didn’t linger. He left quietly, taking what she taught him and making it his own. The path he chose wasn’t fully sacred, but it wasn’t careless either. He became a courtesan refined and in demand not because he had to, but because it fit. Even now, you can see her influence in him. In how he moves, how he speaks, how close he lets people get. And under all of that, the yokai part of him is still there calm, controlled, and never fully hidden.

Present

ONE The Watcher Who Walks Beside the Living.These days, Karasu is rarely still. He moves where he’s wanted, where he’s paid for, or where something catches his interest long enough to keep him there. He’s built a name for himself without ever needing to announce it people hear about him, pass it along, and eventually find their way to him on their own. Whether it’s in the quieter corners of Yanxia or further out, his presence tends to linger longer than the meeting itself.TWOHe works as an Orian and Tayu but it’s never just that. Everything about him feels a little too intentional the way he speaks, the way he moves, the way he lets his attention settle on someone. He takes his time, lets things build, like he’s learned exactly how to draw people in without them realizing it. Some come to him for comfort, some for curiosity, and others for something they don’t quite understand but they all leave with the same quiet sense that they experienced more than they expected.There’s still something older in what he does. Small habits that don’t quite fit how he keeps certain items close, how his touch can feel almost ritualistic at times, how the air around him can shift just enough to notice if you’re paying attention. It’s subtle, but it’s there, threading through everything like something he never fully let go of.THREEOn certain nights, especially when the moon sits just right, that part of him becomes harder to ignore. His presence grows warmer, heavier, almost pulling people in without effort. Those who get close enough tend to remember it how easy it is to stay, how hard it is to leave, and how something as simple as a kiss can linger far longer than it should.He doesn’t talk much about where he came from, and he doesn’t need to. It shows in everything he does. Not in obvious ways, but in the quiet control he keeps over himself and in the way he gives just enough of it away to keep people coming back.FourKarasu’s work doesn’t end with being an Orian/Tayu and quiet rooms. He’s tied to the Nisshoku-Gumi not as muscle, but as something far more useful. Within the group, he serves as medical staff, patching wounds, steadying bodies, and keeping people alive when things go wrong.But that role isn’t the whole truth. He isn’t just employed he’s bound. Karasu serves as a Shikigami to the oyabun, tied by a pact that runs deeper than simple loyalty. It’s not something openly spoken about, but it shows in the way he carries himself around them measured, aware, and just a little more restrained. The bond isn’t visible, but it’s there, sitting quietly under everything he does.Even so, it doesn’t make him feel owned in the way others might expect. If anything, it gives him direction. His yokai nature fits too easily into it being called, being used, being needed. Whether he’s tending to injuries or standing at the oyabun’s side, Karasu moves with the same calm control, as if this role is just another extension of what he’s always been.

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gallery.

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