| 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 11, 2015 18:24:01 GMT -5 ♔
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As had been practically beaten into his muscle memory, when the other male introduced himself, he dipped his chin in a respectful bow. "Sir," In any other situation, he may have continued with, nice to meet you Mr. Luski -- but his new acquaintance's body language and subtle expressions told the Strain that this meeting was business before he even vocalized his intentions regarding assistance. His ears twitched slightly and swiveled forward, all the better to focus on and take in Ziyad's words. "Ah..." The leopard breathed out, posture tensing slightly as he processed the request. His desire to always be pleasing to those he was associated with immediately warred with the higher loyalty he paid to his partner. His silvery gold gaze flitted momentarily to the building behind him, where said blonde was currently tending to business. Not seeing any way out of this that ended with all parties happy -- for if he went to go let his partner know of his new task, he'd be interrupting, and that'd earn him as much ire as abandoning his post would -- Casimir inhaled deeply, straightened his posture, and reasserted his usual calm, polite demeanor...Superficially masking up any of his uncertainty or discomfort, even if the nervous twitch of his tail was a dead give away. "I am always happy to be of service," This intoned quietly with another bow of his head, his weight shifting from one booted foot to the other as he stepped forward. Attention briefly drifting to the ribbon underneath the other's boot before traveling back up to the other guard. "If you would lead the way..."I FEEL YOU IN MY BONES blow by blow; i didn't see it coming -- blow by blow; sucker punch rushes in; here to stay -- rushes in; you are here to stay what rushes in to my heart and my skull, i can't control. . . coded by Mura of KXK
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 21:03:16 GMT -5 ♔
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"Casimir Marinov reporting for duty, ma'am."
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 19:36:24 GMT -5 ♔
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never let it be said i was untrue
His ears perked further forward as the woman gave her name, his head bobbing in a small nod as he committed it to memory. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Greenwood." The leopard Strain retorted softly, before pausing at the compliment to his own name. Blinking in confusion, his tail gave a small flick as he turned his head away momentarily and worked on regaining a polite and neutral expression...Compliments were not something he was used to in general. Uncertain how to respond, he simply offered a quiet, "Thank you," the timbre of his voice momentarily descending into something barely audible, before he cleared his throat and continued on: "When your time does come, please do be careful." For lack of anything better to say while he waited for his mind to stop tripping over Sanibelle's previous words. Thankfully he soon had more instructions to focus on, and he fixated his attention on that instead of his mounting confusion. His tail curled lightly against his ankles as he listened, nodding. Smoothing his hands over the lining before he reached to pick up a pin and begin following Sanibelle's guidelines. Silvery gold eyes narrowed a little in concentration, "Do not worry...A little pin prick will not do much harm to me if it happens..." His partner had seen to the fact that he often had deep bruises to nurse, thus the stick of a needle was wholly insignificant -- something the vague ache in his side reminded him of, though he would be hard-pressed to ever admit such aloud. As he worked, he swiveled and ear towards Sanibelle's voice, and let out a slight hum in thought. "I belong to the Blue Clan. As a leopard Strain I am highly adapted to the work of a Bounty Hunter, and so I help my partner track fugitives all over Raduga. Now and then we have to stop in and check with the local authorities, or negotiate payment when we have incapacitated our target. That sometimes gives me free time to spend taking care of supplies..." Glancing upwards after he secured a pin, he peered over to his tutor and gave a small smile, "So here I am." I gave you all my time coded by Mura of KXK
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 17:06:44 GMT -5 ♔
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YOU BUILD ME UP THEN YOU KNOCK ME DOWN WE KEEP TIME TO THE BEAT OF AN OLD SLAVE DRUM
Drifting once more into silence, the feline Strain watched as the smaller male reached for the mug and promptly downed it in one go. Arching a brow faintly, Casimir pursed his lips slightly in confusion. Perhaps...One day...In the distant future, he would ask his partner if they could 'go drinking', at least so he could better understand what all the fuss was. Given his observations thus far, all being drunk did was impair your senses and ability to do pretty much anything important, and so the tracker didn't exactly see the appeal. Shaking his head slightly, his tail giving an idle swish, he perked an ear forward to catch the blonde's conspiratorial whisper. Ah. That came as no surprise to the Blue Clan member...After all...If the stranger had money, there'd be no reason to steal, right? Head cocked slightly to the right, he straightened his posture and moved to follow his new acquaintance as the male stood. However, his movements left much to be desired, causing the Strain to furrow his brow slightly in concern. If Casimir left the other to his own devices, well...He'd probably get himself or someone else hurt. With a shake of his head, he let out a low exhale. "We are not on a boat. You are simply extremely intoxicated..." Sidling forward, he looped his arm about the shorter male's shoulders, to offer some steadying to the wobbling blonde. That way they could make it outside and start the short trip home in peace. coded by Mura of KXK
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 7, 2015 18:32:35 GMT -5 ♔
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never let it be said i was untrue
Upon hearing that he would be allowed to stay and observe the mending process, a spark of relief flared in his chest and caused his posture to relax a small fraction. There was also a tiny part of him that felt guilty for essentially using the woman's vocation as an excuse to take his mind off his separation from his partner, but...It was certainly better than being alone. And he would be able to learn a new skill, too, so it wasn't as if he wouldn't have anything to do if conversation fell through. A small smile lingered on his pale features as he bowed his head in thanks, "Thank you...I do not mind working, in fact, as you say, that will help me learn..." As the woman moved, the feline Strain turned to follow her. Habitually falling five steps behind and to her left as was instinct by now, no matter who was leading. "Wherever you would like to work, I do not mind. Whatever is the easiest and most comfortable to you...I would not want to disrupt your normal work routine more than necessary..."
As she continued, he maintained his smile, silvery gold gaze attentive on the young woman...His ears perking some at her questions. "I do not mind sharing about myself either. If it is interesting to you, consider me an open book. Whatever inquiry you may wish to make, I will do my best to answer. Ah..." He paused, his chin dipping apologetically, "Forgive me for being rude. I am Casimir Marinov. Knowing my name will certainly make asking questions easier..." When he straightened up, he offered another smile, though this one was a little sheepish given his lapse in manners. "Traveling is often very expensive...But it is also rather dangerous...So it is worth it to buy good protection..."
Casimir fell quiet once his tutor of sorts started working and sorting out fabrics and tools...His tail fanning with a little more enthusiasm as he watched. "I do not mind at all. I am at your service." Stepping nearer to the table, he reached out to grab one of the charcoal pencils and some of the papers, so he could neatly pen numbers onto them, from two to five, before working on pinning each to the corresponding cloak. Once he was finished with this task, he glanced up attentively and offered another one of his small smiles, tail swaying a bit more. I gave you all my time coded by Mura of KXK
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 7, 2015 17:45:11 GMT -5 ♔
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YOU BUILD ME UP THEN YOU KNOCK ME DOWN WE KEEP TIME TO THE BEAT OF AN OLD SLAVE DRUM
His head remained tilted at a very slight angle, his silvery gaze rarely deviating from the amber-haired male next to him. It seemed better to let the other man talk through some of his notions rather than try to interrupt or argue certain points. Tail swaying gently, he let out a quiet, contemplative hum, the noise rumbling from the depths of his throat and vaguely resembling a purr. The idea that he wasn't any fun didn't even phase him, mostly due to the fact that Casimir had very little recreational time, as his partner was almost always keeping him on his toes. There was no time for...fun. Shaking his head, he pushed away those musings and returned his focus to what Starling was saying. "I am sure those who are losing their hard-earned money are disturbed as well..." The feline Strain offered softly, though otherwise dropped the subject. With the other's state of inebriation, a debate about morals would go nowhere. Reflexively, his body tensed some as his personal space was breached as the amber-haired drunk leaned close to whisper to him. His ears flicking some at the close proximity of the words. "Safer than anyone else here," Casimir mused, though more in a matter-of-fact way than a haughty way. After all...He was a member of the Blue Clan, and someone who upheld the law; how many other people in the tavern could say the same? "You would not be able to stay for too long, but I believe a day or two will be doable..." That was, assuming, that his partner didn't finish up business early, but...He couldn't, in good conscience, just leave Starling here. "You can have my ale..." A slender hand nudged the mug towards the shorter male, "And then we should leave..." coded by Mura of KXK
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 23:16:58 GMT -5 ♔
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never let it be said i was untrue
"Oh, good..." The feline Strain breathed out a little in relief, his posture relaxing a fraction. The easy part of finding a good shop was over, now he just had to deal with the hard part of waiting. He fell silent as she discussed the options, his ears flicking forward to focus on her voice. A polite smile lingered on his pale features as he followed her over to the mirror, head tilted some as the cloaks were shown off. His tail swayed slowly, though he was careful to keep the movement contained to the back of his ankles so he didn't hit anything. "I am actually not in a hurry...So I do not mind waiting for them to be repaired...Thank you for showing me your stock, though..." Well, that wasn't really the truth at all...Waiting tired Casimir out, but that was more due to being separated from his partner, and there really wasn't anything he could do about that. There was a short bout of silence as he hesitated, mulling over options in his head. He had nowhere to be after he handed off these cloaks to be repaired, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly at that thought. That meant he would probably just end up lurking and waiting for his partner to finish business...With that in mind, he glanced back to the shopkeep and widened his polite smile. "Ah...If it would not be much of a problem...Do you think I could watch you repair them? That way...I might know how to take care of any damage that might happen if I get stranded in an emergency situation and cannot make it to town..." I gave you all my time coded by Mura of KXK
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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 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 19:05:59 GMT -5 ♔
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Casimir liked to think that he had a good handle on his emotions...And in a way, that was true...Expression-wise, he appeared very stoic, silvery gold gaze pinned on nothing in particular while he maintained his silent vigil. However, there were a variety of subtle, subconscious quirks in body language that spoke to how he wasn't at all as calm as he seemed at first glance. His ears were partially pinned back, the fuzzy appendages nearly invisible amidst his long black hair...And his tail twitched uneasily, curled inwards towards his ankles. Thus he was projecting two very different and conflicting auras: the superficial one of wanting to seem in control, and deeper, genuine nervousness. This happened whenever he was separated from his partner for too long, really. His mind had this tendency to loop around various horrible possibilities that might be happening to the blonde while they were separated. There was some tiny part of him that acknowledged that the other blue clansman could take care of himself, but...still... Casimir wasn't where his partner was; and that was a problem. But he also couldn't hound the older man all the time, no matter how much he wanted to be a constant and vigilant shadow for his handler. So...He stood...And waited, with reluctant obedience. Surely whatever business the blonde had to tend to wouldn't take all day, otherwise the leopard Strain wasn't sure what he was going to do with himself. It was already hard enough to distract his psyche from morbid ponderings, and as the minutes ticked by, they became harder and harder to ignore. The sound of approaching footsteps caused one of his ears to perk and swivel forwards towards the sound...Blinking once, he drew his attention away from the vast nothing he was staring at to glance at the nearing stranger. Reflexively, as if to give the best impression possible, his stance widened a fraction as he straightened his posture from its already nearly perfect military poise. As the other grew closer, Casimir did his best to try to compare the face to those he was familiar with...And found his memory coming up empty. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, pale lips pursed into a neutral line. Perhaps unwilling to admit any faultiness in his recollection, he simply gave a respectful bow of his head to the shorter male. "Is there something I can do for you, sir...?"I FEEL YOU IN MY BONES blow by blow; i didn't see it coming -- blow by blow; sucker punch rushes in; here to stay -- rushes in; you are here to stay what rushes in to my heart and my skull, i can't control. . . coded by Mura of KXK
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 18:34:06 GMT -5 ♔
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never let it be said i was untrue
For a long while, Casimir had simply stood outside, staring down at the armful of clothing his partner had thrust at him. His tail twitched in a subdued manner against the ankles of his leather boots, his brow furrowed a minute fraction as his mind wandered over his newest order. Sometimes it seemed as if the blonde did this sort of thing just to test the feline Strain's patience and loyalty. Thankfully he had long since built up the willpower to not let out any embarrassing whines when sent off to do work on his own, but such assignments often had him feeling lost. He found himself wondering how long everything would take, doing the mental math of the duration of their separation as he made his way down the street. In the end, it didn't matter how long it would take, as he was specifically told not to rush, as the other blue clan member had some business to attend to. Casimir's ears pinned back slightly as he inhaled deeply, adjusted the bundle of clothing in his arms, and continued on his way. As he wove in and out of the early morning foot traffic on the street, careful not to bump into anyone, his silvery gaze scanned over the signs and addresses of various businesses. Soon enough his attention settled on one in particular: Greenwood Clothing, Cobbler and Hats
That sounded promising. Straightening his posture, boots clicking softly against the ground, he approached the building. Pulling open the door, he sidled inside and lingered by the entryway for a few moments. Glancing over the room, he took a few steps inside and then to the right, as if in an effort to keep out of the way. One of his ears perked and swiveled as a voice addressed him, his head turning to focus his gaze on the speaker. A polite smile crept onto his pale features, chin dipped in a small bow to the young woman before him. "Good morning...I was hoping to see if you did repairs here? If not, I am looking to buy something similar enough to this to be a suitable replacement..." He held up the well-worn cloaks that his partner had handed off to him for his errand, tail swaying slightly. I gave you all my time coded by Mura of KXK
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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 | |
♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 17:28:41 GMT -5 ♔
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YOU BUILD ME UP THEN YOU KNOCK ME DOWN WE KEEP TIME TO THE BEAT OF AN OLD SLAVE DRUM
Arching a brow faintly as he continued to observe the amber-haired male, his silvery gaze drifted between the mug in front of him and the stranger. Perhaps motivated by a desire to not appear rude, Casimir reached out to curl long, slender fingers about the cup. He didn't partake of the drink, rather he simply stood there and held the glass...Feigning some sort of vague interest even though he wouldn't be tasting it. "Hm," He vocalized out of habit, to acknowledge the other man's matter-of-fact statement, though he didn't oblige. Glancing back to Starling as the male continued speaking, he pursed his lips slightly at the repeated question about his tail. Shaking his head, he released the mug to raise one hand to push a few black bangs out of his vision. "I am quite sure..."
The feline strain drifted into silence as he took in the other's apparent distaste for going home. His ears flicked slightly, brow furrowed some as he noted the blonde's body language and tone of voice. The hesitancy within the shorter man was something he could sympathize with...There were times when it was less...pleasant for him to go back to his partner, even if he had no idea what to do without the man. His pale lips curved downwards slightly in the beginnings of a frown. "You cannot stay here," The leopard strain commented gently, his tail flicking against the ankles of his boots, "Your... 'borrowing' will cause a disturbance eventually. I could...Perhaps...Give you some place to stay until you are sober..." coded by Mura of KXK
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