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◢◢ n a m e : xxxkazimír šťastný
◢◢ a l i a s : xx fortuna xx štěstí
◢◢ h u m a nxxn a m e : xxx ash novak
◢◢ a g e : xxx 105
◢◢ s e x u a l i t y : xxx pansexual
◢◢ c o u r t : xxx dark court
◢◢ r o l e : xxxseekerxxxtrickster
◢◢ p r i m a r yxxp o w e r : xxxluck
◢◢ s e c o n d a r yxxp o w e r : xxxmisdirection
◢◢ t h o u g h txxc o l o u r : xxx#C5B990
◢◢ d i a l o g u exxc o l o u r : xxx#929D73
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A n t l e r s xxx sprout from thick chestnut curls, dainty bone curling several inches high. They're delicate and young; the antlers of an adolescent, where only the sharp tips of bone are bathed in gold. Age will see them grow, with gold devouring the antlers as centuries pass, until they might one day match the largest antlers which grace the walls of the ancient families - hunting trophies from times gone by. For now, Kaz's antlers remain small, their extra height allowing the fae to proclaim that he is 5'11" on a good day, when in fact his true height is several inches less. His hair possesses rare streaks of forest green, which melt into the brown like leaves in the forest and offer a stark contrast to the white of his antlers.
H i s xxx form is lean, his face defined by pouting lips and dark eyes. They're hazel, yet darken or lighten with his mood. Scars do not mar his skin, though freckles lightly dot the bridge of his nose and shoulders. Thin wings emerge from his back, like fluttering dragonflies. They're clearly visible regardless of what the young fae wears, though certainly Kazimir prefers to go shirtless. It seems to be his default state, until reprimanded for his lack of attire. At all other times he enjoys casual, denim, a simple shirt. A daring outfit might include a vest and bow tie, with whichever piece of sparkling jewellery catches his fancy.
A s xxx a human his antlers disappear, leaving him unidentifiable as a fae. His hazel eyes cease to change shade as extremely, though there is always a mischievous glint to them. His lips are prone to smiles, those playful expressions that hint at secrets and the promise of fun. Though he stands shorter without the added inches of his antlers, Kaz's height does vary by an inch of so in human form - as if his luck were to adjust, making him that slight bit taller on lucky days, and an inch shorter on unlucky days. Yet, he will still claim the tallest height.
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L a u g h t e r xxx has many forms, and Kazimir knows them all. He laughs when he's happy, a vibrant, rolling sound that speaks of his joy at a joke well told, or a mistake turned to comedy. Malice also has it's laugh, isolated from joy by the way his gaze darkens and his mouth looks sharper. Even in sadness a wet, tired smile might stretch across his face, as if laughing at his own misfortune. Rarely does laughter in one form or another fail the fae. He's the type to seek his own amusement, regardless of whether it is at another's expense.
S w e e t n e s s xxx can drip from his smile when he wishes, an attentive charm like a mask of gregarious good will. He wears his friendliness openly, an easy charm and talkative nature that add friends to his collection quickly. He asks questions of the new, curiosity itching across his skin. Until he grows bored and seeks another, some new interest drawing his attention. He's younger than his years, not having gained the maturity a century of life might have gifted a human. Instead, Kazimir shifts with his whims, almost naive in the way he seeks friendship and attention; impulsive and selfish. Except, naivete would not hold that hint of darker knowledge.
D a r k n e s s xxx creeps into his world when he's alone, memories surfacing and souring his smile. The fae knows how the world works, how advantages are taken, not given, how loneliness can creep up behind you when you least expect. It's why he surrounds himself with people, to chase away the nightmares and ignore that ache inside. He might lash out when he's feeling low, feeding that desire to entertain himself or possibly make someone else share his internal feelings of heartache. Kaz knows how to lie with the truth, weaving stories which may deceive or amuse as he likes. Even amongst the fae he's good at this, though any fleeting pride in the talent is often dampened by the look of distrust he elicits when discovered. Distrust which turns to dislike, and he's alone again among the crowds of fae, desperate for anything to break the cruel cycle.
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jokes xxx milk xxx eyeliner xxx rings xxx gamblingxxx small dogs xxx flirting xxx pranksxxx lucky daysxxx friendsxxx luck punsxxx musicxxx fae karaoke, though he sings badly xxx humansxxx all you can eat buffets xxx fruity teas xxx fruity cocktails xxx feeling pretty xxx silkxxx chocolatexxx big catsxxx whistling xxx playing musicxxx dancingxxx butterfly kisses
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being alonexxx when people call his antlers hornsxxx unlucky daysxxx bad hairxxx hunting xxx big dogs xxx sarcasm xxx physical confrontationxxx fruit flies xxx dark chocolate xxx off milkxxx coffeexxx crustaceans xxx seaweed skin treatmentsxxx outright liesxxx inflexible people xxx when people touch his antlersxxx or call them smallxxx choresxxx monotonyxxx xxx
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G a m b l i n g xxxa poker face to rival any – save the telling glint in his eyes – and an innate knowledge for who might hold the lucky hand gives Kaz a distinct advantage in any game of ‘chance’. It doesn’t hurt either that he can steal his opponents’ luck, thereby increasing his own odds to win.
M u s i c xxx comes naturally to Kaz, his fingers easily keeping beat as he strums cords or taps keys. His singing voice may not be ideal, but most stringed instruments unveil their secrets reasonably quickly.
D e c e i t xxx fae cannot lie, but Kazimir knows how to spin truths and omit important components in such a way that he may as well be outright lying to you. Yet, it's worse than a lie because you know the truth of his words, and his inviting smile seems believable in its sincerity.
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V a n i t y xxx pulls at the seams of his clothes and studies the reflection in the mirror. Fingers run through his hair every other moment, checking it's not out of place. Kaz likes the way he looks and tries to maintain it, to better it.
D e p e n d e n t xxx Kazimir relies heavily on the company around him. Friends become crutches to drive away his loneliness, to distract him from his fears. An easy smile might mask the unease he feels alone, yet nothing can hide the shaking of his hand save that of a friend's palm in his own.
C o m b a t xxx does not come easily to this fae. Weapons feel unwieldy in his hands, from lack of practice or a dislike of direct conflict, who's to know. Kaz would much rather steal luck and dart away, secure in his fortunate safety.
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L u c k xxx drips from Kazimir's finger tips, offering fortune to those he favours and misfortune to all others, with varying degrees of karma striking his victims dependent on how much is transferred. Kaz also holds a sense of what luck is held around him, though only within a certain radius. Sighting a person is always required, unless Kazimir wants to risk falling prey to misfortune himself. If he mishandles his stolen luck, Kaz himself can be at risk of misfortune, as karma bites back.
M i s d i r e c t i o n xxx can be cast with a brush of skin, barely noticed before you're taking a left rather than a right, your mind distracted as you get turned around. Of course, once you're out of Kazimir's range it wears off like a bad perfume and you suddenly realise you're two streets over. If you're trying to find Kazimir or his current location he can effect you from a distance, but the magic is thinner, and mild confusion may only set in within several feet of the fae.
E q u i p m e n t xxx a slim silver necklace hangs around Kaz's neck. It once belonged to his mother, and will play a soft lullaby when he wills it.
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L u c k xxx made their family, casting their bones in gold. Generations wore their growing crowns with pride, favoured and protected by their fortunes. Until greed brought them down; greed of others and their own. Their luck was traded like a commodity, their towering antlers collected and hung like treasures to be won. When their numbers had declined significantly and hunting was finally outlawed, it was almost too late, with too little effort made to deter those after golden trophies. Few remained when Kazimir was born, fewer still when his parents were murdered.
C o n f u s i o n xxx saved his life. Only three and able to crawl into a small space, Kazimir's misdirection kept him hidden as his parents were slaughtered. He remembers little of them; his mother's soft singing voice, his father's warming hugs. They were taken from him before Kazimir could cement them in his mind. Tear stained and cold, he was only found hours later when sleep overtook him, his powers ceased, and other fae stumbled upon the house. Orphaned, he was taken in and raised among the Dark Court; settled when his dreams were haunted and indulged when he clung to anyone willing to comfort him. As he grew, the child learned to make smiles and laughter his shield, pulled people to him as a distraction from the loneliness, and protected his dreams with sleepless nights.
N i g h t m a r e s xxx still visited Kazimir, but as the chubby limbs of a mischievous child turned to the leaner muscle of an adult, he learned to live with them. He spent much of his adolescence in and out of trouble, honing his magic through trial and error, while avoiding the responsibilities heaped on his peers. Perhaps they felt sorry for the parent-less boy, or perhaps luck smiled on him and let Kazimir play. Most likely, it was the later. As an adult he turned his powers to self-gain and indulging his humour whenever free to do so. He liked transferring small amounts of luck among the court and seeing the slight effects that resulted, the subtle mayhem that couldn't be pinpointed back to him.
D a y s xxxwhen he worked, Kazimir always considered bad luck days. Those were when loneliness would strike, or he would visit the old money, where antlers hung on the wall and mocked him in his isolation. He was company for the oldest of the fae; a lucky charm he might scoff when down, a friendly face otherwise. They liked him for the luck he might bring and he liked the stories they would tell. Some had known his parents, though Kazimir killed conversation swiftly when that topic came up. Still, better than being alone with his thoughts, so he endured.
K a z i m i r xxxassumes it was an unlucky day when he was selected to join the hunt for the half-fae, for why else would his lazy existence be disrupted? He has a use; a way with words that can twist the truth into fictional stories, convince almost anyone to join his side with the right persuasion and a dash of luck. Fortune, his singular use. If he feels resentful for the temporary end to his carefree life, he hides it well behind bright grins and flirtatious winks. And in truth, there is something to be said for leaving the fae realm for the first time. So, perhaps his luck is already turning around.
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