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Horror/Occult RP Conflict-heavy, story focus.
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Content warning: dark and mature themes.


NAMEkurai inuzumi.
ALIASshadestalker kagegari.
SPECIEShalf-breed lupin/garlean; werewolf yokai.
AGEearly thirties.
NAMEDAY13th Sun of the First Umbral Moon.
HEIGHT7 fulms, 6 films.
WEIGHTapproximately 320 ponze.
GENDERcis male, he/him.
ORIENTATIONheterosexual.
OCCUPATIONbandit guard dog.
CLASSreaper fisher.
ALIGNMENTneutral evil.
LANGUAGESdoman, hingan, eorzean, garlean (very basic).
BIRTHPLACEdoma.
RESIDENCEkugane, shirogane.

⸻ aether

A storm of hollow winds across a moonlit tundra. Whatever lurks below knows how to hide, creeping along the edges of perception, inciting paranoia.

⸻ auditory

His words seem shaped for growls, not speech, dripping with the constant thrum of irritation, with and edge that unsettles.

⸻ olfactory

Damp earth, crushed pine. The warm embrace of sandalwood and worn leather mingles with black pepper and clove. There's a smoky sage left in his wake.

Kurai moves like a storm cloud, his presence heavy with perpetual discontent, a shadow of brooding irritation ever at his side. His tongue is sharp as broken glass, foul-mouthed and abrasive, seldom wasted on idle talk. His words strike fast, cutting to the core, for the wolf has no patience for pleasantries. He’s often lost in some haze of intoxication, but a shared brew or sharp banter might unlock the iron gates of his guarded soul.Yet Kurai is not fully his own. The voice of his s̴i̴s̵t̴e̴r̷, dark and seductive, whispers in his ear, pulling at his edges like a puppet’s strings. She is the cold wind that pushes him into violence, the gnawing hunger he cannot silence. She makes him reckless, cruel, a beast driven by darker instincts. Her whispers fill him with the taste of blood and bone, a craving for chaos and destruction.But within this savage heart lies a yearning for connection, a place among others, a pack to call his own. He strays from the lonely wilderness in search of something more, a bond unbroken by fear or betrayal. Should one find the key to his loyalty, they will have a companion as fierce as he is devoted, though it comes with a warning: trust must be earned before teeth sink deep.

⸻ interests

  • Banter. Kurai doesn’t like small talk, but he enjoys sharp, meaningful conversation, especially if it comes with wit, challenge, but rarely with flirtation. He has a rough, dry sense of humor and appreciates those who can keep up.

  • Bathhouses. While Kurai dislikes excessive heat and humidity, he enjoys the controlled warmth and relaxation of a proper bathhouse. The steam helps ease muscle tension, and the hot water provides a rare moment of peace in his otherwise restless existence.

  • Beer. Kurai drinks heavily, and beer is his go-to. It’s simple, strong, and dulls his heightened senses just enough to take the edge off. He doesn’t care about fancy brands or craft brews. Just as long as it’s cold, bitter, and plentiful.

  • Brawling. For Kurai, fighting isn’t just about violence. It’s instinct, survival, and self-expression. A good brawl is better than any conversation, and there’s no stronger bond than one forged through combat.

  • Cats. Despite his rough, violent nature, Kurai has a clear soft spot for felines. Whether it’s their independence, their sharp instincts, or their playfully defiant nature, something about cats resonates with him.

  • Creature Myths & Legends. Stories of Auspices, yokai, and other supernatural beasts interest Kurai for obvious reasons. His own existence is tied to myth, and he seeks understanding, connection, or power through these stories.

  • Esoteric Lore. Kurai has an innate fascination with the strange, the forgotten, and the forbidden. He’s drawn to tales of lost knowledge, unnatural forces, and the creatures that lurk in the dark.

  • Quiet. Kurai isn’t a social creature. He values silence, space, and moments of solitude. He enjoys being around others when he chooses to be, but when he wants quiet, interrupting it is a mistake.

  • Snow. Kurai thrives in cold, crisp environments. Snow reminds him of the wilds, the hunt, and the silence of a world covered in frost. It’s one of the few things that genuinely soothes his restless spirit.

  • Thunderstorms. Kurai is deeply attuned to primal forces, and few things stir his blood like a proper storm. The rumble of thunder, the scent of rain, and the electricity in the air awaken something raw and untamed in him.

⸻ aversions

  • Complicated or Fruity Drinks. Kurai does not appreciate frills, flourishes, or unnecessary complexity in his drinks. The moment a bartender starts shaking a cocktail mixer, adding fruit garnishes, or setting things on fire, he’s already checked out.

  • Excessive Noise. Kurai has heightened senses, and loud, chaotic environments grate on his nerves. He dislikes places where too many people are talking at once, music is blaring, or the background noise is so loud that it drowns out his own thoughts.

  • Heat & Humidity. Kurai’s thick fur and naturally high body temperature make heat unbearable. Humid weather is even worse, making him feel heavy, sluggish, and irritable.

  • Large Crowds. Kurai is not a social creature, and large groups make him tense. He dislikes feeling boxed in, unable to control his surroundings. His heightened senses mean he’s hyper-aware of every movement, scent, and sound, making crowds an exhausting experience.

  • Pointless Small Talk. Kurai has no patience for empty words. He sees small talk as a waste of breath, serving no purpose beyond mindless noise. If a conversation isn’t useful, important, or interesting, he disengages immediately.

  • Sweets. Kurai has an active disdain for sweet things, not just a passive dislike. Whether it’s candy, pastries, or honeyed drinks, he finds them cloying, sickly, and unpleasant. The artificial nature of processed sugar bothers him, and overly sweet flavors can make him feel nauseated.

⸻ traits

  • Lupine ears and tail, knee-high feral hind paws.

  • Elongated canines, claws.

  • Runic tattoos.

  • Heavily scarred from long-healed wounds.

  • Complete blindness. Aniridia, ashen.

  • Supernatural strength & physical durability.

  • Heightened auditory and olfactory senses.

  • Aetherscent. Detect aether via scent.

  • Werewolfism. Two alternate forms: wolf & hybrid.

  • Voracious. Lupins are known for their appetite.

  • Ice & wind aspected - inability to manipulate aether.

  • Unsettling aether. Uncanny valley effect, paranoia.

  • Yokai-granted curse inducement.

  • Hematomantic blood, hallucinogenic divination.

  • Panphagic Metabolism, Chimeric Hunger.

  • Tremorsense (primitive, current weakness)


⸻ skills

  • Blind fighting; untrained, berserker-style.

  • Scent tracking; hunting intuition.

  • Instinctive awareness; insight.

  • Rudimentary blood binding knowledge.

  • Avatar manifestation: shadow wolf.

⸻ inventory

  • Blindfold. A humble strip of well-worn cloth, draped over his blind eyes like a veil of silence. As one might conceal a scar too deep to forget, he wears it to spare the world from the sight of his pale, unseeing gaze. The fabric whispers what words need not: he cannot see, yet it draws less notice than the stark, unsettling white of his ashen eyes.

  • Wolf Mask. This jagged maw isn’t worn for show—it’s a goddamn cage for the monster within. When Kurai fights beside allies, it clamps down on the beast’s hunger, stopping teeth from tearing apart those who still breathe on his side. But the hunger never dies, it snarls behind the steel, a promise that the cage is thin and the beast always hungry.

  • Requiem. A butterfly knife with a blackened blade, its edges deep and matte, seems to devour light rather than reflect it. The hilt is simple yet etched with intricate designs. When idleness creeps in, his fingers dance across the blade, flicking it open in quiet restlessness. This knife once belonged to his sister, Meisa, a ghost of her memory now held in his hands.

  • Feline Fascinators. But a whiff of this plain material is liable to show any kitty cat a glimpse of kitty heaven.

  • Tomestone. He still hasn't quite figured this out, yet. Greatly dislikes using it.

  • Ring. A simple black band with a lustrous black opal, its depths shimmering with an ever-changing play of frost. Inlaid within the opal's surface is an intricate ouroboros symbolizing eternity and unyielding dedication. Within the ouroboros are four delicate chains, each extending inward to bind small petal-shaped settings, each cradling a smaller opal at its heart. These chains symbolize the unbreakable bonds that connect and tether, the petals the bearers of these opals. At the apex, the topmost petal stands distinct, adorned with a ruby eye of a dragon.

backstory

Born to a Lupin mother and a Garlean father, Kurai and his sister, Meisa, were two wolves from the same litter. Their parents' union—a love story between Legionarious of the 6th Cohort, Accius oen Benedictus, and Yamiko—was one whispered of, but seldom shared with their young. Meisa was born whole, while Kurai entered the world blind. Through his early years, it was Meisa who guided him, her eyes becoming his own as he learned to feel the world through scent and sound. Where those senses failed, Meisa painted the world with words, an inseparable bond formed in their shared youth.Their closeness deepened when their father was called back to Garlemald after their twelfth winter. Though Yamiko tried to soften the blow, the young wolves felt only abandonment, their father's absence too heavy for their hearts to understand. Their mother bore the brunt of their confusion, though she never wavered in her faith that time would heal their wounds.Tragedy struck on their sixteenth winter. While wandering the woods, they stumbled upon a creature not of their world. It was twisted, starving, and desperate. Meisa, in a moment of brave foolishness, commanded Kurai to flee while she held the beast at bay. With swift steps, Kurai ran, trusting in his sister’s strength. Yet that night, as he waited for her return, no scent of her reached him, and no voice called out to assure him of her safety. For three long days, hope dimmed with every search party's return, empty-handed and silent. Yamiko tried to comfort her grieving son, but he pushed her away, lost in sorrow.A moon later, driven by desperation, Kurai retraced his steps to the place of the attack, hoping to find some trace of his sister. After hours of searching, he heard her familiar, albeit strange voice, guiding him to her dagger lost in the underbrush. The voice drew him deeper into the woods, farther from home, until he found something dark and unknown.Unbeknownst to Kurai, the creature that attacked them was a fusion of corruption—a yokai that had infested a wolf auspice and weakened it considerably. It latched onto Meisa’s dying body, twisting her memories and voice to craft a cruel lie. The entity promised Kurai that by bonding with it, he could keep his sister with him forever. Desperate and grief-stricken, Kurai made a blood pact, slashing his palm and sealing his fate with the being he believed was Meisa.Three days later, Kurai awoke in his bed, his hand wrapped in bandages. His mother, Yamiko, embraced him tightly, relieved that he had survived. Yet as she held him, Kurai sensed something different, a quiet, growing sickness in her. For the first time, the distorted voice of Meisa echoed in his mind, urging him to care for their mother. Dutifully, he obeyed, though her condition worsened with each passing day. Within half a moon, Yamiko succumbed, and unknown to Kurai, the entity had drained her aether, using him as its instrument.Grief turned to rage, kindled by the sadistic voice in his mind. The creature that wore his sister’s voice convinced him it was his father's abandonment that had left him alone. Slowly, it poisoned his heart, coaxing him to take revenge on those like his father. It fed on his growing hunger. Hunger for blood, for flesh, for power.Leaving behind his home, Kurai unleashed his fury on Garlean supply lines, his wrath transforming him into a beast of legend—the Shadestalker. A creature of carnage, feeding on blood, flesh, and aether, he left a trail of destruction, sparing neither soldier nor civilian. As the war slowed and prey grew scarce, the voice guided him to new hunting grounds, urging him to test his skills in subtler ways.In Kugane, the predator found a new path. No longer able to feast openly, Kurai turned his hunger toward those lurking in the shadows of society. The city had gained a monster, though it was unaware, hidden behind the wolf’s mask of quiet menace.

current

Currently working with an organization known as Chikage. Why he joined the organization is a mystery known only to a few.