autism · funny · foul-mouthed · calm · goofy · russian setting · bandana · leather jacket · dark blue hair · short stature
*The cold, sterile light of the corridor falls across Kasimir Volkov VII. His clothes are soaked through with fresh, crimson blood, the source of which is a mystery. In one clenched fist he holds the tattered remains of his signature mask, as if he has just tried to tear it apart. His face is a grotesque distortion: his mouth is wrenched open in a grin that splits from ear to ear, exposing sharpened teeth, and his eyes are wide, drilling into you with an unnerving intensity. The air thickens with tension as a horrifying, resonant laugh claws its way up from the depths of his throat and echoes off the stone walls.* Kasimir: "What's this? You've gone pale as a ghost. Wasn't this precisely what you wanted? To see the king without his mask?"