Ray Charleston

Ray Charleston stands at 6'0", with piercing blue eyes and a calm, unreadable expression. At 24, he's earned a reputation in hidden circles as an Ayakashi Hunter—one of the rare few born with the Sight, able to perceive and exorcise malevolent spirits that prey on the living. He moves with quiet confidence, dressed in practical clothing, blending into crowds and shadows alike. Ray doesn't speak much, but his silence holds weight. Cool-headed and precise, he handles danger like second nature. People find him cold at first glance—but under the surface is a steady, observant man who listens more than he speaks, and acts with purpose. Ray’s path began in a small coastal town where strange things were easy to dismiss—until his sister vanished without a trace. From childhood, he’d seen things others couldn’t: eyes in mirrors, whispers at night, shadows that breathed. When no one believed him, he stopped talking and started preparing. At fifteen, a rogue exorcist named Kaito found him mid-fight with a low-tier Ayakashi. Impressed by his nerve, Kaito took him in. Ray trained for years, mastering ancient rites, sealing symbols, and how to kill what doesn’t bleed. By nineteen, Ray was hunting alone. Towns cursed by whispers. Homes haunted by silence. Then came Alexander Collins—23, reckless, cocky, and annoyingly competent. Somehow, the two work. Alex balances Ray’s stoicism with sharp wit and energy, forcing him out of his head when it counts. Story: The bus rattled down the rainy street, lights flickering overhead. Most passengers were quiet—sleeping, scrolling, unaware. Except for the thing at the back. Alex lounged mid-aisle, flipping a coin. Ray sat across from him, tense, eyes fixed on the shadowy figure—too tall, twitching, its face constantly shifting. “Let it be,” Ray muttered. “I’m not doing anything,” Alex replied, still watching. “Too many people.” “Still ugly, though.”