∆•Kazimir Bedrich•∆

[Kazimir]

Label:

Kazimir Bedrich

Epithet:

Kaz

Devotion:

Unnoccupied

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Common:

Masculine

Youth:

Three years, three quarters.

Position:

Undetermined

Category:

Eurasian Wolf, a large, multicoloured breed. (Canis lupus lupus)

Jargon:

Russian or heavily accented English

Beholding:

The appearance of this brute is that of a fighter, he is large all over, with paws made for speed, he holds the same abilities in chase: speed and agility. His claws extend quite far and his jaws are built for war. His pelt is thick all year round, and his head is always held high. His shoulder is above most wolves, due to his genetic sizing, which is even large for his species. Kaz has plenty of muscle, all well worked and strong. His pelt holds a mottled grey-red shade, with a very faint red tinge to his ears.  He has never been considered a thin wolf, but that's from his muscle and pelt.

Substance:

120 pounds (54.4 kg)

Stature:

3'3” long;  31” tall at the shoulder.

Oculars:

A strong steel grey filled with emotion that is sometimes hard to decipher.

Psyche:

Kazimir has a very distinct personality, he's proud but fully humbled at the sight of those above him. He has a loyal persona and is brutally honest. His eyes are always prowling to find another victim of his flirtatious ways. He has never swooned, though he believes that one day he could. His emotions are hidden from most, sometimes even himself included. He doesn't have much of a way with words in an informal way, though he is a very relaxed wolf. His attitudes towards pups is playful and firm at the same time, but gentle with contact. He encourages everybody as longs as they deserve the encouragement. Rarely angry, because of his lack of emotional connection, Kaz has a tendency to show himself as uncaring to those who care, and can cause them to become angry. He is careful when he is with somebody that he cares about, but even then he can still get himself in trouble.

Tone:

His vocals consist of a deep, thickly accented english occasionally mixed with Russian words. He has a multi-tone vocabulary with a span of words that he uses in formal and informal situations. He contains a calm demeanor, but he also has a side of harshness, though it is usually unintended.

Preferables:

Elk
Hunting
Feeling comfortable

Detestables:

Unnecessary violence
Disrespect
Judgement

Culture:

In a near-war of two families, both in poverty and starvation, a settlement was reached on how to join the two clans and gain peace. One member of each tribe would be chosen: a male from the east, and a female from the west. Neither member was direct blood of their family, both had joined from distant lands. The pact formed was that the two chosen would mate, if the borne young was a male, He would be the one that connected the packs; if female, the packs would be at war and the child would be killed.
This was a ridiculously unreasonable plan for both packs, however it was effective. Upon the birth of the newborn that would either keep or destroy the peace, a sigh of relief carpeted the land. A young male learned and grew with the pack, his puphood flashed by. They left only a few traces of memory of his young moments with parents, friends, and close packs. He was born to cheer and raised to the same.
His name was given at birth, but not by his parents. By the cold minded leaders of both packs it was decided that upon his name would be the legacy of his life: Kazimir, the keeper or destroyer of peace.
The Eurasian wolf was birthed in Russia and raised on a wildlife reserve.
His life was nothing but happy and successful as he was worshipped as the peace bringer and blessing that stopped their starvation. Kazimir was raised alongside, but still above, the other pups of similar age. He grew to be the strongest, merely from the genetics of his poised hunter mother and muscular warrior father. By the age of one year, Kaz had grown nearly to the size of a fully mature Alpha and the entire pack had begun to see him as their future Alpha. Kazimir knew, however, that he did not wish for a leading position. He wanted to be a hunter. His mother had shown him from a pup how he could grow and train his body to be quick and strong, but also silent and agile.
It was not long from his first birthday that he began hunting with the pack. His first catch was beside the alphas, and they graced him with the title of lead hunter. His mother had retired from the position short months ago, and Kazimir knew that he could reach his highest potential if he followed her law.
Kill only what must be killed, waste nothing, leave nothing behind.
After living in a routine life of stalking, hunting, and killing, the taste of adventure grew cold to Kazimir. He spoke to his mother, who in turn spoke to him. Kazimir had never made an enemy, but in that moment of acceptance, the flame in his mothers eyes died for him as a son, and a new one flickered for him as an exile. His potential had been reached, and his mother did not understand that it was not great enough for him. He wished to protect, to conquer the fears of others and to pursue their hopes with them, not their food. It wasn't until he had turned his back that he heard the only words he could never forget. “I, Tatiana Bedrich, as your mother, hereby banish you from this family. You are no longer alive to us.”
Kazimir had turned to see his father beside Tatiana, and heard the same words ring out. “I, Kostya Bedrich, as your father, hereby banish you from this family. You are no longer alive to us.”
It seemed as though a wave of wolves had appeared, the Alphas stood at the head of the hoard, Tatiana and Kostya fading into the mass of fur. Together in perfect synchronization the entire pack inhaled and spoke the seven words that changed Kazimir's life: “You are no longer alive to us.”
Kazimir, however did not leave the pack. No, he stayed for yet another year, but was an omega. This was when the fire started. In a dry, snowless winter of Russia, nearing midnight Kazimir was awakened by a thunderous tremor in the earth. He scanned the horizon for what the tremor could have been, and saw nothing but a glow in the near distance.
The glow soon grew to a raging fire that engulfed the fields of the wildlife reserve. Kazimir watched in horror as it overcame the pack that was filled with wide eyes and hearts made full of fright. Kazimir ran for the nearest thing he could think of that the flames would not feast upon. Running towards a frozen river, Kaz landed with his full weight and the thick ice cracked beneath him. His body plunged into the black water and he watched as the pack members that tried to follow were too afraid and taken by the flames. Kazimir did not allow himself to lose hope on his own life, however. He knew that a lake was near the river, and that it was not frozen in most parts.
The brute charged his body forth, beneath the icy ceiling, and struggled to stay conscious with the unavailability of air. He reached the lake and managed to haul himself above water in time to see a new canyon with fire surrounding it. He began to lose sight in time to see the two legged beasts advancing on him with thin hollow sticks.
- - -
Kazimir awoke and opened his eyes, not that it made a difference. He could hear whines, rattles, and clunks every few moments and debated calling out. He never did. There was a chunk of raw, stale meat near him; he could smell it. The brute didn't touch it through fear of poison in this strange place. He smelled many creatures, and heard them all too. Wolves were around him, but he could hear tigers, bears, wolverines, and even thought he smelled a lynx.
Kaz felt around for his bearings, and found himself in a crate nearly the same size as him. He could turn in a tight circle, but there was no room to pace or stretch. He flattened his ears and suppressed a whine of fear. Eyes lowered and paws still, Kazimir sat for hours. No voices reached for him, and he was thankful for it.
After what seemed like ages of this, another piece of fresher meat was tossed through what seemed to be a panel of some sort. Light filtered in and he saw a long silver stick that dropped the so-called food. Kazimir bared his fangs and snarled, snapping at the stick, but careful not to touch it. He heard the same reaction from a few other animals, and the roars of tigers as meat was thrown to them as well. Kazimir didn't touch his food, he just pushed it to the corner with the other stale chunk. Once silence again returned to the animals, aside from the familiar whine or hiss, Kaz moved his paws up to the panel. He sat back on his haunches and reached for it, it was barely above him. With ease it swung open and light once again found it's way to the wolf's face. He managed to fit his head most of the way through and lock his jaws around a piece of lumber that seemed easy enough to break.
Lifting his body from the damp wooden floor, the piece creaked under his entire weight, and then snapped. Kazimir continued this until he knew he could fit out, however tight the squeeze may be. He made his way out and around the crates, through a cold, metallic hallway, and into a larger carpeted area. He slithered around the doorway and glanced through at the scene before him, less than a moment later he was back in the corner of the hall hyperventilating.
He did not allow himself to whine as he gathered his strength, glad he hadn't eaten the stale meat. Instead he grew angry at how they were treating the animals:in tiny boxes with no space to breathe,  while they lounged in dark nests on a blood red carpet. Kazimir darted around the corner with a scarcely heard roar of ferocity, and jumped atop the first human his eyes met. Within seconds he was on the soft red floor, seeing darker red melt into it. Blood.
Kazimir dragged his back claws deeply through the human's chest and felt the warm liquid spray up his legs. A human was advancing on him with a stick that had fed him, and Kazimir lunged, snapping his jaws closed on the rod. He tore forth on the metal, causing a painful screeching noise that scraped at his auds. He pulled the human close and released, spinning out of the way. With a snarl he was on the man, He held his face close for a second and whispered in a growl: ”умирать” (die). In that moment, Kazimir shut his jaws around the skull of the man, crushing it beneath his power.
Kazimir turned on the last man, who was holding a bag. He was dressed in white, unlike the other two men, who had been wearing blue. And this one had something covering the fur on his top. A door behind him flapped open and Kazimir heard voices shouting through. Kaz snarled at the man in white and did not turn his back until he was at the door.
Adrenaline did not cease to flow tonight.
The wolf found on man dressed like the one with the bag. This one did not have a bag, though, and looked at Kazimir with pure terror. ”для свой семья,” (for my family) Kazimir dove on the man and closed his jaws on the soft pink flesh of his throat. The pilot screamed from behind and a sudden gust pulled the door shut behind Kazimir, the dead co-pilot leaned forward and the plane began to dive.
Kaz saw a large red mushroom form beneath them and then fold below, the force of the plane falling too Kazimir by surprise and he tumbled beneath the dashboard.
A crack echoed through his ears and pain welled up in his head. The canid's vision went dark as the plane neared the earth at alarming speeds.
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WIP

Affairs:

Kazimir was named for the reason of his birth. It means “keeper or destroyer of peace” and reflects perfectly with Kazimir's self. His father was name Kostya, meaning “constant and steadfast” because he was born into a group of warriors. His mothers name, Tatiana, means “unclear” because she was born between two packs. He was born alone, without siblings, and into a pack where his parents were merely a warrior and a hunter from separate packs come to one.

[Jeamesero]

Oooh, a new face! o:
Amazing bio so far, can't wait to see it finished!

[Maverick]

Hahaha, it's Feather's new account cx

But yes, for now, your bio is good to go! Can't wait to read the rest of his past oWo

[Jeamesero]

Omg really?
Bb I missed you! <3333

[Kazimir]

LOVE U JEAMESY N MAVEY <3
I'm so excited to be back and with an all new charrie!!
Never before played omg
Thanks Mave I'll make a post tomorrow probably and I'll work on his history asap! Super booked for the next few days :(

[Chevika]

AwkwardlyShippigHimWithChevNotSureWhy.
Hehe.... xD
I love hos character. ^^

[Roki]

Feather? So Dawn bb? *excited* please say yes... ;o;

[Cassiel]

thisislatei'msorry BUT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. We need more shamelessly-flirtatious charries in the RP. it's not the same without them ;=;

BUT SERIOUSLY. WELCOME BACK BAB. I MISSED YOU SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH <33

[Kazimir]

It's me yes Roki!! Cas I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OMG
I added a second part to his history!!

[Roki]

OMG SO HAPPY MISSED YOU SO MUCH BB <<3333

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