Covva Djt-marouc
The Crimson Lily of Kugane
Appearance
Covva is elegance made flesh, refined to a razor’s edge. Tall and poised, he carries himself with the serene confidence of someone who knows the weight of every gaze that lands on him — and how to use it. His frame is slender but unmistakably disciplined, like a dancer or duelist who trades steel for silence. He wears layered silk in deep black and crimson hues, often accented with faint embroidery that dances like petals in the light — soft from afar, but always hinting at something sharper.His skin is pale and smooth, untouched by sun or sword, carefully maintained in the fashion of high courtesans. A curtain of jet-black hair falls freely down his back, silky and straight, occasionally adorned with subtle gold clasps or a single crimson ribbon tied near the base of his neck. His face is striking — not conventionally handsome, but androgynous, angular, and impossible to forget. His mouth rarely smiles, but when it does, it’s always deliberate.His eyes are the most unsettling thing about him — a luminous violet-pink that seems to glow faintly in dim light. Though beautiful, they are far too intense, too knowing, too aware. They do not look at people — they study, record, and dismantle. Most who meet them feel briefly exposed, even if Covva says nothing at all.Gloves cover his hands at nearly all times. No one sees what lies beneath — not clients, not friends, and certainly not strangers.From a distance, he is the picture of refinement: graceful, clean, controlled. But when he moves too close, when his gaze lingers too long, or when his voice drops just low enough, it becomes clear — Covva is not just a courtesan. He is a warning dressed in silk.
Personality
To the casual eye, Covva is the perfect courtesan: poised, gracious, and quietly magnetic. He speaks with a soft, lilting voice that seems tailored to comfort — yet his words often carry double meanings, inviting those who listen too closely to read more than he ever says aloud. A master of presence, he offers attention like a rare wine: slow, deliberate, intoxicating.He rarely laughs, and when he smiles, it feels curated — an offering, not a reflex. Every tilt of his head, every slow blink, every elegant step is a performance designed to draw others closer while giving away nothing real. He listens more than he speaks, and when he does speak, his voice feels like silk slipping over a blade. He is deeply charming — but never for free.Beneath that controlled exterior, however, Covva is a churning storm of need and fear. His emotions run devastatingly deep — he craves love, validation, and devotion with a hunger he can barely restrain. Yet when he feels ignored, slighted, or abandoned, even slightly, he flirts recklessly, tests loyalties, and lashes out in ways that seem almost calculated to sabotage his own happiness.
His loyalty, once given, is absolute — but his fear of betrayal often poisons it before it can fully bloom.Covva is adept at emotional manipulation — not always maliciously. Sometimes he tests others because he needs proof they won't leave. Other times he plays crueler games, pushing people away before they have the chance to hurt him. His mind can split the world into absolutes: those who worship him and those who betray him — and sometimes a person can shift between the two within the same night.He has an unstable, complicated relationship with power: he wants it to protect himself, yet despises needing it. His Void use is like the rest of him — hidden, restrained, but always just beneath the surface, waiting to be called on when charm and wit are no longer enough.To those who meet him in the shimmering salons of Kugane, Covva is a rare, dazzling gem: admired, coveted, whispered about. To those who see him in the darker hours — with his gloves off, his smile faded — Covva is something much more dangerous: a man desperate to be loved, terrified of being destroyed, and willing to burn every bridge if it means someone will look back at him when they go.
History
Covva was born in the shadowed heart of Kugane’s Rakuza District, a child of fading elegance and buried scandal. His mother, once a celebrated geiko known as Lady Tsutsumi, had fallen from grace after crossing powerful clients—rumors spoke of stolen secrets, forbidden liaisons, and debts owed to darker corners of the city. When protection was stripped away, all she had left was her beauty... and her unborn son.Covva was not her only child. Some years later, Lady Tsutsumi bore a daughter—Mydia. She was gentler than her brother, but no less sharp, and the siblings clung to one another in their mother’s dwindling world above a failing spice shop. Where Covva learned silence and shadows, Mydia laughed, asked questions, and dared to hope in a place that allowed little of it.When Covva was still a boy, his mother was murdered—throat slit in an alleyway by debt collectors who whispered apologies even as they stole her life. Orphaned and hunted, he and Mydia fled into the underbelly of Kugane. For a time, they survived together, but the streets take what they wish. One night, Mydia simply never returned from an errand. Whether she was taken, killed, or swallowed by the city’s endless hunger, Covva never learned.Alone, he vanished into the shadows of Kugane. Some say he was taken in by wandering Onmyōji; others whisper he was raised by courtesans who owed his mother debts of honor. The truth was harsher: Covva survived by becoming whatever was needed. A runner. A servant. A shadow.It was during these lost years that he first brushed against the Void—not as a summoner or sorcerer, but as a boy who understood how to let it borrow him, shroud him, hide him. Covva never sought to master the Void. Instead, he learned to let its tendrils wrap lightly around his soul, unseen, whispering when he needed silence, cloaking him when he needed escape. A secret he kept fiercely guarded, for even in Kugane, there were those who hunted such anomalies.In time, he reemerged—not as a waif, but as a courtesan.
He refused the rigid paths of the geiko and oiran, instead carving a new place for himself among those who blurred lines between pleasure, politics, and peril. His beauty was undeniable, but it was his mind that set him apart: sharp, observant, disarmingly honest when needed, devastatingly elusive when not. Clients were drawn to him like moths to flame, believing they could own him with coin or compliments—believing wrongly.Those who thought him an easy conquest learned swiftly that Covva remembered everything said in pleasure’s haze. He built networks of whispered confessions and drunken admissions. Names, favors, betrayals—all catalogued behind those striking violet-pink eyes.It wasn't long before his name passed between the city’s gilded upper tiers and its bloodied shadows. To the salons of noble families and secret brothels alike, he became known as The Crimson Lily of Kugane—beautiful, coveted, and lethal in ways few suspected.But beyond the silken rooms and drunken laughter, Covva carried his real hunger: a desperate need to be seen, to be wanted, to be chosen—even as his own fears pushed him to sabotage any real connection he found. He loved recklessly and hurt those he drew too close. He flirted with strangers even while yearning for something deeper, craving the attention that fleeting liaisons could never truly satisfy.The Void never left him either. It thrums quietly in his blood, called upon only when needed—to slip past a lover’s suspicious guards, to silence a foolish threat, or to vanish when the walls grow too close.Now, Covva stands at a precipice: beloved, envied, feared—and utterly alone. Somewhere in that silence, he still wonders what became of his sister. Was she claimed by the same shadows that raised him? Or is she still out there, another ghost walking the streets of Kugane?He remains a fixture of Kugane’s elite pleasure houses and shadow courts alike: a courtesan without chains, a petal without a stem, a blade hidden beneath layers of silk and longing.
To love him is to touch a dream.
To trust him is to touch a dagger.
And to know him... is to fall.
