Casimir

031 | CASIMIR 

ID: 031
Name: Casimir
Nicknames: Cas

Clan: Fauna

Sex: Stallion

Phenotype: Bay Tovero

Genotype: Ee Aa nT nO

INFORMATION

Positives: Respectful, realistic, kind, observative

Neautral: Quiet, unassertive, candid

Negative: Flaky, callous, moody, unforgiving

Age: Mature Adult

Body Type: Heavy Draft

Mane: Mohawk

Tail: Fin

Horn: Blade, Oni

Beard: Sage

Ear: Standard

Pupil: Dragon

Feathers: Medium

History: 

A long time ago when the trees were still young and the water ran deep, Casimir was proud and full of himself, as any Niccosian should rightly be. As a yearling, he was cocky, and always so sure of himself and his abilities. Nothing seemed to sway him, and Casimir bounced back from criticisms and disipline without a scratch. He was easy, and only found himself unsettled when talked down to. Casimir considered himself fairly sociable, yet his lack of friends said otherwise. The herd he grew up in was ran by his mother and father, and contained only Fauna members of a certain standing. Casimir was expected to behave a certain way, and kept out of trouble if only because he never tried that hard. Home life was strict, and didn't allow for the freedom he desperately needed. He always took the easy route, and didn't stray often. 

The box he was raised in began to suffocate him. What was familiar seemed strange and left him feeling stressed and empty. Without an outlet and looking for a way to be himself, Casimir took to wandering and exploring the land he lived within at night. He never strayed too far, and always found his way back without bothering anyone in his herd. These trips allowed him to practice his abilities without any limitations, and he found himself excelling in communication with any animal he came into contact with. His transformation magic was less than none, and though it frustrated him, he chose to work on what he knew. Feeling bolder, Casimir began to wander at daylight hours as well, throwing excuses and lies around like they weighed nothing. He was cocky, and misunderstandings happened often, and there were more than a few occassions where he had to gallop home, some angry squirrel chasing after him and chittering madly. Nonetheless, he had found something he had to really try to do, and it brought him joy to feel like he could be understood. To his herd, he seemed withdrawn and quiet. He was respectable, but never shared what was going on behind his eyes.

And then, like a blessing in disguise, he had found a friend rejected by many of her own herd, considered an ill-omen. Casimir was instantly drawn to her, and though Desdemona at their first meeting had seemed shy and closed off after he had spooked her examining some foxglove, Cas saw the same desperate hunger in her that he had within him: for someone to ease the loneliness. Even though they didn't see each other often, each meeting was signifigant and filled with deep conversation that Casimir would never forget. They shared what they couldn't with anyone else, and had found a lasting friendship.

It was one such meeting that Cas had pushed his abilities too far. "Come on Desdemona! I want to show you what I learned. It'll be fun, I promise!"  and other such things he had told her, ensuring her safety the entire time. She snuck out with him, and the two went into the forest with Casimir lively and her smiling. It was the little miscommunications he got hung up on while attempting to speak to a small lack of wolves. In a moment of hesitation, the wolves, already provoked, lunged. Casimir doesn't remember what happened after; the wolves were fast, and though Casimir had tried to ease their heightened senses, they attacked after he tried to lure them away. He failed, and that is where his memory turns black. He gained a few scars and a nasty infection, but after being attended to by the same Flora clan Desdemona was from, he made a quick recovery and was sent home without a word of what happened to Dezzy.

And he never saw her again.

Life went on, but the time he had spent by her side and the pain of the memory never faded. Casimir was destined to take up leadership of his father's herd soon after. His education and lifeskills had set him up for the perfect candidate. He welcomed the idea to appease his parents' relentless talk of it, but he never did follow through. He disappeared on a moonless night and walked away from everything he had ever known. In a matter of a few minutes, he had thrown away the life he had been groomed for and chose the true path of Fauna, protecting Niccosia's animals and becoming a translator for their needs and wants.

Casimir built himself back up. A sort of enlightenment had calmed him. No longer worried, he only strove to achieve peace for himself and those he protected. He wandered Niccosia's land for a long time, offering his help when needed and finding peace in Niccosia's views. Before he knew it, he was torn right back down. Dragons were rare creatures to see, though like the Niccosians, they still inhabited the land and Casimir had found many that didn't like to share. One such evening while attempting to persuade a dragon to leave a clan of Flora alone, a small group of Ignis came upon them and provoked the beast to fight. Casimir, caught in the middle while trying to forge the peace, fought back as a last resort. The fight was over just as soon as it had started, with all of the Ignis injured and a number of Flora's members needing medical attention. And Casimir was burned by the ones he had tried to protect. The Flora healers did their best, but they couldn't restore what had been taken from him. His eyesight never returned, and the scars that wrap around his face and neck healed slowly.

And he changed. He was no longer interested in peace, or protection. Things had never gone as badly as they had with the dragon or with his old friend, and that had been the final straw on his back. He shunned any member of Flora or Fauna, and disappeared for good. Though his injuries have turned to scars and his eyes have clouded over, his mind hasn't been healed. He cares naught for anyone else, and manages on his own, even without his sight. And he wanders. He is seen only when he wants to be, and keeps to himself. The pride he once held has all been extinguished. The love he had for his job has turned to hate. Though he is kind to strangers, he is not nice. He speaks softly and treads even softer. Casimir is at the mercy of the land he once protected.

LINEAGE

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BREEDING

User | Status | Mate | Foal

1. skronkodil | usable | 035 Desdemona | foal

2. KelpieMomma | usable | 035 Desdemona | foal

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*None of his children will be acknowledged in-world unless previously discussed

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