Bearer of Sorrows
Kazimir Tamesis
❝In the depth a light will grow
A silver shine no shadows know
Like wings unfolding in the sky
That circle round a gleaming eye❞
A silver shine no shadows know
Like wings unfolding in the sky
That circle round a gleaming eye❞
➣A P P E A R A N C E ▪
Kazimir definitely embodies a bit of the awkwardness that can come from mixing two races together. With the height of a biqaj, he's taller than your average avriel and stands at 6'2", and he always looks as though he has more height then he knows what to do with. He comes across as rather gangly with everything seeming to be too long for him. A long torso, long fingers, long arms and legs long....well, you know. But surprisingly, he's adapted well and when he runs, he has a rather graceful gait. But height was not the only thing he inherited from his father. In his veins swims silver blood that shimmers in the moonlight, though not as brightly as a full blooded biqaj, and his ears are pointed, though its hard to see under his hair. He's lucky in that he doesn't burn either, rather he seems to just get more freckles instead, something he's sure he also inherited from his father somehow as he should end up like a lobster after being out under the sun. His eyes are something he really likes, they change just like other biqaj, and he finds them enchanting. He loves to paint the swirl of colors that will show up in his eyes, trying to capture as much as he can.
On the Avriel side of things, he inherited a decent amount from them as well. His wings are the most noticeable thing he inherited, of course. And he finds them to be absolutely lovely. They have a large wingspan, and the wings themselves are rather broad, in order to support his body in flight, but he's learned how to fold them firmly against his back to take up as little space as possible. Unlike most avriel, you won't find feathers anywhere on him except where his wings meet his back, between the shoulder blades. They are styled like a barn owls wings, with the inside of them being a beautiful creamy white. The outside of his wings are a pale brown, covered in fine black and white speckles except on his flight feathers, which are light brown with darker bands. He has the unique design of an owls wings as well, in that his primary feathers are serrated like a comb, which helps to muffle the sound of air flowing over his wings and thus helps him fly softer. Granted, he's pretty easy to spot, but at least he wont be as easy to hear. Other than his wings, the other thing that seems to have come from the avriel side is that his finger and toenails are harder than normal nails, almost as though they were going to become talons, which naturally, is a pain to upkeep.
Other than what he inherited from his parents, he also has a rather large bush of thick, curly, ginger locks that sits puffed around his head like a dandelion when its ready to disperse its seeds at a gust, as well as the numerous freckles that adorn his face. They crowd together, too many to count, many merging to make larger spots. While some might get a light dusting of freckles, like a dash of cinnamon on top of a delightful treat, his is more like the cinnamon cap wasn't on properly and the entire container spilled forth onto his skin, spilling even onto his lips and eyelids.
❝Turning darkness all away
For every shadow has its end,
In light!
Life will return again! ❞
For every shadow has its end,
In light!
Life will return again! ❞
➣B A S I C S ▪
Age: 20 arcs
Race: Mixed Race; Avriel and Biqaj
Date of Birth: 12th of Cylus, Arc 692
Languages: Common(f)/Rakahi(b)
Occupation: Painter
Face Claim: George Hard
➣P E R S O N A L I T Y ▪
Kazimir is gradually accepting and moving past the massive loss that he experienced last arc. The death of his family hit him hard, and for a while he felt nothing but guilt, self-hatred, and depression when he thought about how he should have done something, but he's finally come to accept that there was nothing he could do, and that their actions were the reason he survived when no one else did. So he's taking his life as a gift from them and trying not to dwell too much on what happened. He tries instead to focus on all the memories he has with them. He made a painting of his family that he carries with him as well, and that seemed to really help him. He can be a bit shy when he first meets someone new, but can be quite charming and silly, coming up with silly puns or jokes, often relating to his wings if he can manage it. But his bad days see him withdraw into himself and become quite anti-social. His art has been a coping mechanism for him during the last arc, providing him a small escape from his worries. He wants to try and find some friends and do something more with himself, but he's still trying to figure out what and how. And where. He had been hoping for more time with those who were older, to help him come up with a plan and get him on his feet before he went off. He's felt pretty lonely too, and there's been nothing to really fix that as this kind of loneliness came from the loss of his family.
➣H I S T O R Y ▪
Kazimir grew up in Darbyton, their house wasn't particularly close to others to try and avoid conflict as not many think well of mixed race couples or children. His family was big, but they were not all related by blood. Many of his aunts and uncles were just people who supported his parents and treated them all like family, so family they became. He grew up running around playing with other kids and such, typical life really. Learned how to work on a boat from his father, and was learning to fly from his mother. No one was expecting someone to target their family. Perhaps they were too loud, too proud of the mixing of their races. It's hard to say, as no one even knows who attacked them. There was a massive party, all the family was over when it happened. Kazimir nearly got shot himself but an uncle saw something suspicious and threw himself at Kazimir, knocking him to the floor and saving him from an arrow aimed at his throat, instead clipping a feather off his wing. There was chaos after that, more arrows smashing through the windows, sniping the panicked group in the house who were trying to protect the children and so on. Then came the fire. Through the windows shattered by arrows came flame arrows, and molotove cocktails that spread fire when they shattered. The house, made of wood, started to go up in flames. Kazimir was the first shoved down into the cellar, the idea being that they could shove all the kids down there with him, the oldest of the children, looking after them while the adults battled the fire and their mysterious assailants, but no one else came down, no one opened the cellar door again. Kazimir eventually blacked out from smoke inhalation, and when he woke up, it was quiet upstairs. Too quiet. Making his way up in the darkness of the cellar, he had to bust down the door and wriggle through, ripping up his clothes, to find that his house had completely burned down, the interior filled with charred corpses, some with arrows sticking out of them. His own clothes were burnt and ripped up from his escape, so he had to salvage new clothes, eventually finding a skirt and cloak that were mostly undamaged other than minor singes and such. Wearing it, as he did not have a choice really, he bent to the task of burying everyone, using whatever was unburnt as both shovels and gravestones, bits of charcoal from the burnt house working to write their names on the gravestones he made for them. Even burnt like they were, he knew who each and every person was, and carefully laid them to rest the best he could. It was only when this task was done that he scavenged for himself, finding the stash of nels he knew his parents kept for emergencies hidden away under the floorboards in one of the few places not burnt to ashes. Pocketing the small bag of nels, he left. There was nothing left for him here, after all. Buying an artists kit and a bag to carry it all in, he was taken in by Faith for a time, and worked at Cally's. He slowly, slowly started to move past his grief, but he could not stay in a place where his past haunted him, and thought much about how he needed to move on. Well, he ended up moving on, just by accident. He had been drawn to a boat and ended up falling asleep in the life raft, climbing under the tarp over it and rocked to sleep like he used to be by his parents boat, that had also been set on fire to prevent escape. He didn't realize until it was too late that they had planned to leave that same day, and when he popped out, they were far from shore. He managed to negotiate paying for his stay by working in the galley, cooking food for their meals on the condition that they would dump him at the first stop they reached, and that is how he has come to Etzos.
Items
- City Dwellers Package
- One set of clothing consisting of a cloak and a burnt skirt salvaged from a fire
- Large Waterproof Light Canvas bag with Shoulder Straps
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- Artists kit
- 1 jar white acrylic paint
- 1 jar red acrylic paint
- 1 jar blue acrylic paint
- 1 jar yellow acrylic paint
- 1 vial paint thinner
- 1 mixing palette
- 1 palette knife
- Three 8x10 canvases
- Crude paper
- 5 black charcoal sticks
- 5 shading sticks
- A brush set containing 5 brushes
- 1 easel
- Artists kit
❝Once you have tasted flight
you will forever walk the earth
with eyes turned skyward
For there you have been
and there you will always long to return❞
you will forever walk the earth
with eyes turned skyward
For there you have been
and there you will always long to return❞