Kazimir

[Lynx]

Trace the shape of my heart

Name: Kazimir
Name Meaning: "English form of the Polish name Kazimierz, derived from the Slavic element kazic "to destroy" combined with mir "peace" (or possibly the older element mer "great"). Four kings of Poland have borne this name, including Casimir III the Great, who greatly strengthened the Polish state in the 14th century. It was also borne Saint Casimir, a 15th-century Polish prince and a patron saint of Poland and Lithuania. The name was imported into Western Europe via Germany, where it was borne by some royalty." (Behind the Name)
Aliases: Kaz, Kazi
Age: Three years
Gender: Male
Species: Normal Wolf
Deity: None

Till it becomes more familiar to your eyes

Appearance: Though Kazimir is roughly three years of age, his diminutive size suggests he is a much younger wolf of lesser experience. Indeed, several of his former packmates had mistaken him for an adolescent fae. Even his face and neck seem small, swathed in a light grayish-white with a darker blaze hurrying anxiously like a river between his two pebble-hued eyes, almost as though it has no right to mar his muzzle and wishes to flow completely off his snout. Kazi’s rounded ears, stained by a deep brown at their tips, stand nervously on either side of his head at all times, yet seem far more watchful than his aforementioned silvery eyes, which often appear dreamy and distracted, but not necessarily insensitive. A large smudge of black blankets his flanks, reminiscent of a butterfly spreading its wings, the ends of which fade into a light khaki color. Flecks of smokey gray are scattered helter-skelter in no distinct pattern within this butterfly mark, giving him an air of disorganized uncertainty. Pure white embraces the front of all four of his legs, as though he had once stumbled into a snow bank and never shook the powder from his limbs. Adding to his timidness is his black-tipped tail, which he usually carries submissively, in hopes that he will be spared from an aggressive attack. Overall, Kazi’s presence is as small as his ego, and his looks seem to whimper silently at all those who threaten him, “Have mercy!”
Height: 2'1"
Weight: 105 lbs
Length: 3'10"

I've been lost without you, cold without your love

Mate: None
Friends: None
Enemies: None
Parents:Masha (mother) and Kuzma (father)
Siblings: Elena, Larisa, Nika (sisters); Feofil, Timur (brothers)
Offspring: None

In time, will I be what you're thinking of?

Personality: Begin with the generic mold of a standard omega wolf, and you have a base for Kazimir's sheepish nature. With the pathetic innocence and absentmindedness of a pup, this modest male does not always look before he leaps, and it is this carelessness that many of his fellow packmates are quick to criticize. Harsh words further chip away at his sensitive self-esteem like a chisel, sculpting and defining his fragile exterior. He feels uncomfortable in a large pack because of this, and prefers short conversations with non-threatening individuals than confrontations with groups. It is only in the presence of a trusted acquaintance that Kazi will truly emerge from his shell as a quiet thinker, one who focuses on simple details that others may overlook. He is logical and inquisitive in these instances, eager to learn and ask questions, much like a human child. In order to understand his true character, one must simply be patient enough to tolerate his initial hesitancy.

Rescue me from hangin' on this line

History: Born into the Drei Pack at the dawn of summer, Kazimir was, unsurprisingly, the runt of his litter. Being smaller than his siblings, Kazi was frequently bullied by his older brothers, accounting for his humble temperament. Thankfully, he was not alone in his early battles for care and attention, for his sister, Nika, the fourth pup in the litter, often stood by his side in these scraps. He relied on her as a source of inspiration and strength during his first few months of life, and appreciated the companionship she offered when he would have otherwise stood alone. Nika's encouragement at this early age may very well have saved his life, for runts like he were all too often the victims of the first law of the wild -- survival of the fittest.

When he was four moons of age, his confidence rising every day, Kazi decided one brisk evening that he was old enough to venture out on his own hunting expedition. The young wolf's poor judgment on this night nearly led to his death in this unfamiliar territory. He quickly became lost and disoriented, only to be taken in by the Ocaté Pack, which accepted him more out of sympathy than out of need. As he continued to grow, Kazi found himself falling into the position of the omega wolf, the scapegoat of his new pack. At two years old, he quite suddenly reverted to his previous personality, lacking the guidance of his sister or packmates. He remains with Ocaté to this day, still searching for the solace of his lost family.

I'll find you when I think I'm out of time

Pack: Ocaté
Rank: Omega
Extra Info: Lyrics from "The Eleventh Hour" by Jars of Clay

[Zesha]

Accepted!