Name: Inoue Katsumi
Age: 18
Gender: Cis Male
Sex: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Eastern Asia
Nationality: Japanese, serves the Sugano Clan
Zodiac: Horse, Scorpio
Religion: Shinto, though he doesn't really practice in any capacity.
Education: Literate, self taught to read and write.
Social Status: Slave of the Sugano Clan Daiymo, Sugano Ryouichi
Personality: Patient, Willful, Reserved; Katsumi has lost his hope for better but trudges on if only for Hanako. It wasn't always this bad. There was time he had hope that his position was temporary, that there was purpose to the Daimyo's strict discipline and harshness. Even his sister's position as a concubine could evolve to something useful, livable, happy. He once believed that.
But time and the weight of daily beatings and fulfilling grueling, sometimes seemingly pointless tasks has just short of extinguished that hope. All he feels now is angry, consumed by a bitter hatred that eats at his core. He is fighting to contain it, not to take stupid risks based on his broken pride. This is his lot, all he can do is try to make things as easy for he and Hanako as possible.
She still has that fire -and it terrifies him, that anger, the way she speaks of vengeance in that silken voice. The way she stokes him to action, despite his best resistance. But how can he refuse her that fantasy, that they could be more than what life has offered them... It is a fantasy, isn't it?
Bio: Katsumi was the first born of the pair. They were the youngest of five children belonging to a peasant family serfed to the Sugano Clan. Their family farmed rice and despite having such a large family to work the fields, it was rough to keep enough on the table and pay tribute to their Clan. Katsumi never felt like he Hanako fit in with their other sibling but perhaps, it was because they were the youngest and struggled to pull their weight. On their twelfth year, the harvest was poor. To spare their family the Daiymo's wrath, they gave up the Hanako and Katsumi as tribute.
Katsumi has endured, if only that. Menial labour was the beginning, mostly cleaning and chores. Beatings came when he or Hanako's work was not satisfactory. He made a point of learning, adjusting, whatever it took to survive longer. It wasn't a kind life but it was bearable. It wasn't until the Daiymo's personal servant had passed away and he was chosen as a replacement, did things truly become terrible. He was never told the details of the young man's passing, he'd seen him but never spoken to him personally but the personal hell he had inherited made it quite clear. Sure, his duties were now relegated to the Daimyo and his family's needs; cleaning their quarters, serving meals, laundry, and other assistance, rather than the harsher work he had endured before but the cost was serving as the Daimyo's personal whipping boy. It didn't take much to set Sagano off but he certainly had a reliable outlet for his frustration. It wasn't uncommon, after a particularly bad fight with his wife, that Katsumi might find himself sent to the physician. But after a few really bad beatings, that the Daimyo found a rhythm that did not kill nor deprive him long of service while the boy healed. It was livable, until it wasn't enough. Until Sagano took to his sister, taking her as a concubine. While she was elevated, if you could even call it that, it was another type of work with its own type of toll. Since then, Katsumi has been fighting to maintain what quality of life he can grasp with any opportunity available including offering himself to the his Daiymo's Seishitsu for favours.
Eye Colour: Hazel, catching that yellow hue like a flame.
Hair Colour: Black
Height: 5'10
Physique: Fit and toned, a little underweight.
Distinguishing Features: Typically bruised brutally, his back bares a lifetime's share of beatings, his eyes still burn despite his dashed hopes.
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