Post by AmberEyedWolf on May 18, 2011 20:38:44 GMT -4
{Kazimir}
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released
:: Name ::
Kazimir.
:: Age ::
Twenty-five years.
:: Gender ::
Male.
:: Species ::
Human.
:: Affiliation ::
Magrej's personal assassin.
:: Items/Pets ::
A small trunk filled with weapons, many of his own creation. Assorted daggers, knives, poisons, and even a small bow and arrows lie against the soft velvet lining.
Upon the middle finger of his right hand rests a ring of pure silver, etched with a strange writing. A ring of protection, it is enchanted with a powerful spell. "Ter ad sinistram, protectionem a furto. Ter ius, tutelam in pugna." : "Thrice to the left, protection from theft. Thrice to the right, protection in a fight."
Daemon Inferni, (demon of hell) the wild black stallion he captured in Ohanzee after Aurora released a stable full of horses into the streets. His loyal companion, and new partner-in-crime.
:: Looks ::
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Dark, purple-black hair falls down around a young, clean face. Intense red eyes trained to hide all emotion sit above smooth, high cheekbones. A pale, heart-shaped face rarely smiles; sharp, clean lines give a feminine beauty. Standing at 5'11, he is slender and lean. Slim and feminine-looking, Kazimir doesn't seem like much to be feared. But he is lithe and agile, swift and light on his feet.
A thin, white silk button-down tunic keeps his torso covered, and dark black pants cover his lower half. Sturdy black leather boots cover his feet, while a long black trench coat completes his outfit. Upon the middle finger of his right hand rests a silver band engraved with intricate designs. Those intricate designs are the letters of an ancient language, one that died out long ago. The inscription reads "Ter ad sinistram, protectionem a furto. Ter ius, tutelam in pugna." It means "Thrice to the left, protection from theft. Thrice to the right, protection in a fight." ((Latin)) By twisting the ring right or left, the spell is activated. The theft portion protects against all theft, while the fight portion protects him from minor to moderate injuries in battle. Injuries that take longer to heal or are more serious will be lessened in severity, but the spell does not protect against fatal blows or injuries.
:: Personality ::
A hardened killer, Kazimir has no qualms about his job. A ruthless, merciless killer, cold and calculated, methodical and precise. He lives for the thrill of the hunt, and prefers hand-to-hand combat than anything else. He never kills while fighting, just injures. For his kills, he likes to take his time.
He prefers his kills to be slow, painful, and bloody. The smell and sight of blood messes with his mind, giving him a high similar to that induced by drugs. He's become addicted to that high, and will do anything to experience it.
Cunning and intelligent, Kazimir plans out his attacks before they happen. Often, he'll strategize for days or even weeks before the attack. Many of the weapons he uses have been created by him, and each has a special purpose.
To those he loves, Kazimir is extremely protective. His "big brother instinct" is strong, and he will go to any length to protect and defend those he cares about.
The voices, the secret no one knows. Yes, my dear assassin hears voices. One is a voice representing his father, deep and cruel, telling him he's worthless, always trying to bring him down. This voice tries to drag him into a deep depression, to get him to harm and even kill himself. This voice tries to get him when he's vulnerable, in his sleep, in his dreams, when making tough decisions, etc. Another voice, a low hissing that could be either male of female (it is unclear as to which), is the main voice he hears. This is the voice of his insanity. The voice that tells him to kill, the voice that encourages him. It tells him what to do, how to do it, when to do it. When this voice emerges, it usually doesn't go away until the bloodlust associated with it is fed. Often, Kazimir will give in to the demands of this voice, killing and feeding the bloodlust that runs deep.
:: History ::
Born the only son of a dark-hearted man and a weak, powerless mother, Kazimir spent most of his childhood dodging his father's attacks, seeking help from his mother, and protecting his three little sisters. Emma and Ella, the twins, were brown-haired, green-eyed beauties like their mother. Serafae, the youngest, had silky black hair and the sweetest blue eyes. Kazimir, being the big brother, naturally was very protective of his sisters, especially Serafae.
Kazimir usually took the brunt of the beatings his father delivered, just to spare his sisters the pain. As much as he could, he protected them. One day, Kazimir, nine, and Serafae, five, had gone for a walk. When they came home, Kazimir caught his father beating the twins. In a fit of rage, he flew at his father, hitting him with his fist and anything he could grab, getting between his father and his sisters. Serafae got the twins out of the house. Kazimir joined his sisters in the trees outside their house later, beaten half to death. It was this incident, when he was nine, that kindled the flame of hatred within. It was this incident that made the voices start.
Over the years, Kazimir's hatred for his father only grew, fed by the two voices battling for control. When he was fifteen, he came home from working on a neighbor's farm to find his mother lying dead on the living room floor. The voice of the bloodlust filled his mind, telling him what to do. Angry, fueled by the voice, he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and searched the house. In the girls' room, he found Serafae, huddled in the corner, crying her eyes out. He brought her to his room and hid her in a crawl space beneath the floorboards in his closet. He walked down the hallway to his parents' bedroom.
Flinging open the door, he found his sisters tied to the bed, his father standing over them. Furious, Kazimir leaped at his father, plunging the knife deep within the man's evil heart. Leaving him lying dying on the floor, Kazimir went to the bed, only to find his sisters naked, beaten to death. In a final act of rage, the fifteen year old grabbed the knife within his father's chest and twisted it. He watched as his father breathed for the last time. The voice that had been commanding him grew silent, satisfied, and Kazimir smiled. At least he knew how to please one voice.
He untied his sisters and dressed them before carrying them out into the backyard. He went back inside to fetch Serafae, and she watched as he buried the twins beneath their favorite tree in the backyard. Kazimir and Serafae left that house and never looked back.
Kazimir and Serafae moved around, never staying in one place for too long. Kazimir knew it wasn't best for Serafae to grow up like that, but he didn't want another man like his father to get a hold of Serafae. The voice of his father constantly filled his mind, striking him at his weakest. It always tried to bring him down, to pull him into a depressive state, but because of Serafae, he resisted. For years, the two were inseparable. Until tragedy stuck again.
Kazimir was 20 years old. Serafae was 16. They had taken shelter for the night amongst the tangled roots of an old oak tree. Kazimir woke in the middle of the night to find Serafae gone. Worried, he searched the surrounding area. When he saw no trace of her, he became frantic. He searched for her day and night for months. He never gave up on her. His father's voice continued to haunt him, nearly causing him to give up completely. It was then that the other voice would break in, feeding words of encouragement to keep him going.
He ran into Magrej's men once while searching for his sister. When they stood in his way and refused to moved, he attacked them, using a knife he had stolen a few years before. Impressed with his skills, and with the savaged soldier lying dead on the ground, they took him to Magrej. Kazimir has been Magrej's personal assassin ever since, and he still has not given up the search for Serafae. He still hears the voices, though his father's has receded quite a bit. It still creeps up on him, though, when he's at his weakest. It is the voice of insanity that usually helps keep his father's at bay, and for that, Kazimir is grateful.
:: Other ::
Oh, he's pretty much borderline insane.
The ring shall be my prize from the ad contest. ;D :: Them Songs ::
- "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold
- "The Animal" by Disturbed
- "Voices" by Rev Theory
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{Kazimir}
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released
