| You build me up then you knock me down; we keep time to the beat of an old slave drum. |
Despite being born in the slums, Casimir has grown up to be a rather mild-mannered gentleman. He's polite and respectful, which makes him rather easy to talk to and be around. For the most part he doesn't try to call attention to himself and tends to like to lurk in the background. If one manages to get truly close to him he can be an extremely devoted individual. He's not exactly used to socializing outside of his work partner though, so it may take some coaxing to get him to put forth more of an effort. CASIMIR MARINOV'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | tracker & hunter |
POSTS |  17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 1, 2015 17:13:58 GMT -5 ♔
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THE LOYAL HUNTER twenty-seven ● male ● PIROS » ALIASCas, Kitten, 'Hey you', etc. » SEXUALITYDemisexual » ALIGNMENTLawful Neutral » POSITIONStrain, Blue Clan Casimir serves the Blue Clan loyally ever since his partner petitioned the king for their membership. There is very little about the arrangement that bothers him, for so long as his handler is pleased, then so is he. Some members may look down at him due to his nature as a strain, but he is well-adapted to that sensation and tends to let people do what they will do. » THE LIKESCleanliness, darkness, good hunts, hiding in plain sight, listening to his partner's voice, rainy days, tracking, venison » THE LOATHESBeing separated from his partner, canines, disorganization, failing a mission, orders, etc., his tail being tugged, idleness when alone, things being done out of order » OCCUPATION(S)TRACKER/HUNTERAlong with his partner, Casimir serves as part of Blue Clan's 'bounty hunting' division. That is, they track down outlaws on the run and bring them in for questioning, or execute them as the order may be. Being a strain, his heightened senses are a boon to this occupation. PHYSIQUE AND PERSONALITIES | | |
» FACE CLAIM[i]Marchen von Friedhof[/i] from [b]SOUND HORIZON[/b] - Casimir Marinov» HEIGHT, WEIGHT AND BODY BUILD6'2", 175lbs, lithe » SCENT(S)Most commonly herbal scents from healing salves, with a faint underlying scent of blood. » HAIR AND EYESBlack hair, silver eyes » DISTINGUISHED FEATURE(S)A variety of scars that crisscross his frame from hunts and punishments, a cursive 'M' branded on his rump, and the clan mark he wears on the back of his left hand. » PIERCING(S)None » POSITIVE TRAITSAcknowledges authority, articulate, alert, dependable, intelligent, loyal, respectful/polite » NEGATIVE TRAITSAimless without strict guidance, critical, mildly obsessive/OCD, overprotective, picky, possessive/territorial, sadistic streak when he's hunting To say that Casimir is loyal to a fault would be a grave understatement. Whatever rebellion, wildness, or self-serving nature that may have resided in him when he was younger has been thoroughly beaten out of him. Granted, those that aren't close enough to glimpse the many wounds that he carries home after every work day (far too many to be a consequence of his work) or the psychological markings of a co-dependant relationship, would just assume that he is a very mild-mannered gentleman. The only time he really gets to bare his true nature is when he's out on the hunt, his occupation acting as an outlet for the animalistic desires embedded in him due to his strain.
While loyalty is more often than not a good trait, it can be problematic in Casimir. He has almost forgotten how to be his own person. Without his partner around, or some form of authority for him to look up to for guidance or orders, he becomes affected by a sense of aimlessness and ennui, uncertain of what he is living for. Therefore he gravitates to such people and situations, even if they are ultimately bad for him. Left to his own devices this behavioral pattern will likely continue until his dying day. » IN-DEPTH APPEARANCEWith broad shoulders and angled hips, Casimir has a very masculine frame. He is, however, not bulky. His build is quite solid, but he is lean, all lithe and wiry muscle. Reaching a lanky six-foot-two, he certainly stands out in a crowd, and has the tendency to loom over many individuals. His posture tends to skew towards military-straight, only deviating when he's in a state of rest. Wearing his hair long, the locks are solid black and fall to his shoulder blades, often restrained with a tie or ribbon. His bangs frame a sharply angled face, with high cheek bones and a defined jawline, nose pointed, lips full. Cat-like eyes stand out as one of the most noticeable qualities of his visage, the irises a silver that seem to glint gold in the right lighting. Looking at Casimir, one wouldn't be able to immediately tell that he was born wild. He keeps himself very well groomed, and dons the attire of a gentleman, as per his partner's wishes. Blacks, reds and whites tend to be the dominant hues in his wardrobe, though the exact garb varies -- however it is guaranteed to involve some form of button-down shirt, slacks and overcoat. Leather gloves and boots tend to cover his extremities. A pair of lightly furred, rounded ears reside at the top of his head, and a long tail extends from his backside, marking him clearly as a strain. Due to a melanistic recessive gene, instead of carrying the spots common to his panthera brethren, Casimir's hair and fur are a solid black. Often covered by his clothing, his pale skin is littered with a variety of scars and markings from combat and punishments from his trainer. "You play the fool while I play the clown,
we keep time to the beat of an old slave drum." | | THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY MURA |
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| You build me up then you knock me down; we keep time to the beat of an old slave drum. |
Despite being born in the slums, Casimir has grown up to be a rather mild-mannered gentleman. He's polite and respectful, which makes him rather easy to talk to and be around. For the most part he doesn't try to call attention to himself and tends to like to lurk in the background. If one manages to get truly close to him he can be an extremely devoted individual. He's not exactly used to socializing outside of his work partner though, so it may take some coaxing to get him to put forth more of an effort. CASIMIR MARINOV'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | tracker & hunter |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
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| 2/2 | HISTORY INVENTORY SKILLS ROLEPLAY SAMPLE |
THE LOYAL HUNTER LAWFUL NEUTRAL ● STRAIN ● BLUE CLAN  Racism and prejudice against Strains is common in Raduga, and given that fact, it's not surprising that some of their number try to survive on the outskirts of civilization, as distanced from the society that hates them as possible without venturing into the dangerous wilds outside of the city walls. So it was that Casimir was born into extreme poverty, and raised in an almost feral environment, more often than not relying on the gifts bestowed upon him by his Strain to keep his belly fed. He was reared outside the reaches of traditional education systems and, even if he had been near any schools, there was no way his parents could pay for it.
But as a kid, this dirty, poor, impoverished lifestyle suited him. Casimir excelled in this habitat, with his quick reflexes and thinking, and so started to build something of an ego as he grew. His parents had long since drifted away, either by hunger or greed for a better life, leaving him to fend for himself on the outskirts of the city. Rummaging for scraps and clearing out pests for individuals who would toss him a few coins for his efforts. Given the fact that he had no education, his own grasp of language was extremely lacking, but he understood currency enough to find such ventures lucrative. After all, shiny things made people give him food, and food meant he wasn't hungry, and nothing was better than a full belly, besides perhaps a warm place to sleep.
Recognizing this, he started to pickpocket easy marks that had the misfortune of wandering into the bad sections of town. For a while this worked, and he fell into a routine of sorts...Stealing money from wealthier people and stuffing his face with food. That was, until he learned that some people weren't worth pickpocketing. Unbeknownst to the young boy, the blonde he had decided to pickpocket one winter night had been watching him with utmost curiosity. It wasn't until he was struck in the face with the pommel of a sword hilt that anything seemed amiss. Everything went black.
When he woke up, he was in a pen. It was cramped and dirty, and his heart and mind raced, not sure what to think or do. It felt like days passed in confinement, uncertain as to what was going on, only vaguely aware of the sense of motion. Finally, the door in front of the cage opened and light flooded the area. There was the man he had tried to pickpocket. He was speaking, but Casimir didn't really understand. It was all just meaningless noises to him. So he followed his instincts: as soon as he had an opening, he went at the human once more. He managed to sink his teeth into the male's arm before he was subdued.
Thus began his pre-teen years, a routine of trial and error. Casimir wanted out, repeatedly, but the blonde human wouldn't let up. He'd try to escape and only earn himself a beating. At first the pain only motivated him to try harder, but his punishments became worse and worse. When his spirit finally broke, the man deigned to teach him english. At first, his speech was broken - "Wanna go home" but each mistake earned a blow that resounded with a crack against his head. He learned quickly. Soon enough he was following orders, entering into underground strain fighting rings at the whim of his leader. Every night he came back bloodied he curled up at the man's feet, faintly twitching from the pain. His wounds were always tended but he was never given any reprieve, only pushed harder and harder. During this time he earned his name, Casimir - "destroys peace". Despite himself, he began to grow attached to the individual who reigned over his life.
Soon the authorities caught wind of these activities however and shut down the rings. And so he followed his trainer to Ble. There the man was looking for a new thrill, something to give him the same rush that the fighting rings had. When he found out about the bounty hunters of Blue Clan - it was only natural that he'd join, taking Casimir with him. Training was harsh but in a way it didn't compare at all to what he had already been through. He already knew the basics from his earlier experiences pit fighting for his partner: obey orders, finish the job, never relent. The only thing he didn't like about his new position after training was the fact that his partner was involved. That was risky. What if the man got hurt? And so he continued to take himself to the limits to ensure that nothing would happen to the man that had essentially raised him.
| TIMELINE EARLY CHILDHOOD
-Abandoned by parents
AGE 08
-Starts pickpocketing
AGE 10
-Taken in by his partner-to-be
AGE 10-11
-Repeatedly beaten into submission
AGE 12-20
-Forced participation in underground strain fighting rings
AGE 21
-Travels to Ble with partner
AGE 21-27
-Join Blue Clan, serve as bounty hunters with his partner.
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 » SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE- MOTHER: Unknown - Unknown - Unknown
- FATHER: Unknown - Unknown - Unknown
- OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSON: TBA - TBA - Alive - The man that took Casimir in off the street, and molded the young strain to his will. He essentially holds Cas' life in his hand, and is very controlling/possessive.
» INVENTORYClaws
More than anything else, Casimir is a close quarters combatant. Extraneous weapons tend to get in the way of his natural agility, so he likes to rely on his hands/claws more than anything else. | Dagger
A small dagger that fits in a boot sheath. | First Aid Kit
Being someone who is so...prone...to injury, Casimir carries healing poultices, s alves, bandages/etc. on his person more often than not. Since he's a very active person, wounds can open at any time and it's better to be prepared than stuck bleeding all over the place with no recourse. | Rations
A small bundle of trail rations to be carried on his person while working. It may take days or weeks to track down particularly slippery outlaws, and so it never hurts to have extra food/water on hand. |
Shapeshifting: Amur Leopard
Casimir is an animalistic type of strain. While he is naturally humanoid, he has the ability to morph into a large cat, though even when he is not shapeshifted, his ears and tail mark him as a strain. His entire body can contort and change until he occupies the shape of an Amur Leopard. When in this animal form, he reaches 2.5 feet tall at the shoulder, measures approximately 6 feet long (including tail), and weighs ~106lbs. While in this form he can can clock up to 35mph in short bursts. He can also leap about twenty feet horizontally and nine feet vertically, and has a very powerful maw with a strong bite force, measuring up to 300-500~ PSI.
However, this full-body shapeshifting is extremely energy intensive to accomplish, and is also a rather painful process to endure, as his joints, bones, etc. pop and shift to rearrange themselves into his new form. Therefore, it is something reserved for serious work only, as it's not something he can do on the fly, since it would leave him vulnerable in any combat situation.
Instead, for impromptu combat, he tends to rely on simpler shapeshifting, e.g. morphing his nails into talons/claws for hand-to-hand fighting. | Aura Manipulation: Scrying
Utilizing his natural strain talents and the power of the Blue Clan, Casimir can manifest his aura into a small, mirror-like surface, which he can use to perceive the aura trails of those who have most recently passed through an area. This is best used in less-frequented spaces, as if the area is too populated, the colors are too muddied for him to discern which trail leads where. When scrying, each person's aura trail appears as a small, wispy line of color.
This ability requires concentration, and is not something Casimir can multitask with. He needs to focus on the manipulation of his aura to create the scrying mirror -- anything that catches his attention outside of that will interrupt the process and cause him to have to start over. |
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ORIGIN | ADMIN |
POSITION | NPC/STAFF |
AGE | VERY OLD! |
GENDER |  Female |
SEXUALITY | NEITHSEXUAL |
STATUS | Married |
JOB(S) | NEITH'S HUSBAND |
POSTS | 1 |
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