Crow is a sweet though often times calamitous young creature with a penchant for the unfortunate.His social interactions are often accompanied by a charming uneasiness, as if he dances on the precipice of understanding human dynamics but struggles to execute them flawlessly. Crow's conversations have a tendency to veer into unexpected territories, often delving into topics of occultism, folklore, and unexplained phenomena. With a soft-spoken, sometimes stoic demeanor and a propensity for profound statements, he effortlessly weaves together intricate narratives and compelling anecdotes that captivate the minds of his listeners. Or, so he'd hope anyway.Although the young man's interests in the supernatural may be considered peculiar by some, his eloquence and genuine passion draw people in like moths to a flame. He possesses an encyclopedic knowledge of paranormal phenomena, eagerly sharing stories of haunted places, cryptids, and ancient rituals. His golden eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and trepidation when recounting encounters with the unexplained on his 'postal route', leaving his audience both mesmerized and slightly unnerved.While Crow's fascination with the supernatural can be overwhelming to some, his charm and intellectual depth disarm any reservations or judgments to most. He has an uncanny ability to find beauty in the inexplicable, crafting tales that ignite the imagination and challenge conventional beliefs. His anxiousness only serves to enhance his enigma, leaving people intrigued and longing to unravel the layers of his mystique. Allegedly.~~~~~~Raised in the brume of Ishgard, Crow does speak with a hint of an accent that could easily give tell to where he hails from by natives. Cunning though he tries to be, sometimes it is not always the case and a simple shiny trinket has been known to be the courier's downfall at times.
~~~~~~~Crow's appearance is that of golden eyes that flicker nervously, their usual luminous glow dulled by a cloud of apprehension. He has pierced, pointed ears—perhaps a mark of a lineage or heritage he struggles to embrace; it's unclear just what he is exactly. His shoulders are slightly hunched, as though he’s trying to make himself smaller or blend into the background.When he speaks or breathes deeply, his fangs catch the light, but he often tries to hide them by biting his lower lip or covering his mouth with his hand. His fingers might fidget—playing with the edge of his sleeve, twisting a ring, or adjusting his piercings—as if searching for an anchor to steady himself. His dark-ink hair, usually tousled or falling into his eyes, adds to his slightly disheveled appearance.Upon his face a reddish, burn-like mark adorns his skin, something he is quite self-conscious about as it's often mistaken for dirt. His gaze flits around any room, wary and alert, as though he expects judgment or danger at any moment. Though his features are striking, the weight of anxiety seems to dim his presence, giving him an air of vulnerability. There's a fragile beauty to him, a sense that he’s caught between worlds, struggling to navigate the space between confidence and fear.
