^{if situation is no-win, anyhow i'm gonna win!}

^{Kogda vzoydet zvezda - huligenjetta!}

x1..dossier

"Mirja, your free-pick five list is just Flame General Raubahn's name four times --

-- ... and the fifth entry is just plus sign-Ilberd with some question marks."

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x2..history

Kazimirja Nadjasch was born to be a queen. Well, half of a set of queens, really. Born one minute and eighteen seconds earlier than her fraternal twin sister Jadzia, their remarkable birth marked their destiny, but fate had other plans. Something compelled Jadzia to resist her duty whole cloth, and the young woman vanished without a trace, just shy of their 14th summer. This left their father Zivan scrambling for other options. Their Hrothgar clan was Lost, yes, but now his remaining daughter was without any practical training save that which her future Queenhood required, and Garlemald was looming. Zivan hired on an aging Doman who turned out to be a Twelve-sent blessing: a retired shinobi willing to teach Kazimirja the rudiments of ninjutsu so that she might better protect herself.However, Kazimirja longed to remain at the Queenly training her father now found wholly impractical: the study of Bozja's art. Jadzia's love had been all of her people's history and stories, but Kazimirja loved the art made by the Hrothgar of Bozja, with its bold lines and silky colors. When not forced to practice her stances and an endless parade of mudras, Kazimirja pursued her art, fearlessly trying new techniques and mediums, sometimes to the frustration of both her teachers. The precise monochrome calligraphy needed for her ninja training did interesting things when paired with the multi-hued textures of the Bozjan oil masters, and she thoroughly tested matters of classical good taste by painting directly upon the strange slick surface of photographs, once the near-magickal camera finally came to Bozja.

^{don't let them school you - please don't let them change you!}

^{and never never listen what they say!}

As things had grown financially strained, what with the turmoil of their clan becoming Lost, and the distant-but-present war with Garlemald, there was little gil left over to pay for extracurricular art supplies. Kazimirja needed a job. She was keenly aware that she had no real job history, but as a result of her now-useless queenly upbringing, she was keenly aware that by hrothgar standards, she was a cutie patootie! So with her little corner of Bozja ramping up for war, Kazimirja contributed to the war effort in the most absurd (but on-brand way) ever: as an artist's model, she soon found herself a popular subject for propaganda posters to drive recruitment. There was a rather strange parallel to it, she figured, seeing her face on posters declaring Bozja "a homeland worth dying for", when she'd be doing much the same, albeit more directly, if she had become their Queen. But there she was, hair in a kerchief and wielding a set of tools she had no clue how to use, bent over the inner workings of a gunblade's firing mechanism like she had the faintest idea what she was doing. "She works hard for Bozja's freedom!", demands the text, carefully lined in a fair imitation of the elegant l[ettering style made famous by Janosz Akatja nearly two epochs ago, "do you?"Things threatened to reach the peak of absurdity when friends were suddenly all conspiratorial smiles and knowing looks, claiming to have heard from the sister of a cousin stationed on the front that a certain someone's likeness had been spotted on the chassis of reappropriated magitek walkers. Oh, absolutely not.Before she could get any reproachful looks (because that sort of gossip always reached that insufferable tight-lipped Doman), Kazimirja disenrolled herself from art school, from shinobi school, and then from that portion of Bozja altogether. Using all of her savings, Kazimirja outran the encroaching Empire, taking three caravans, a pirate skiff, a merchant train, one whole Calamity, and a sailing vessel to make good on a new identity, finally arriving in Eorzea just in time for Gaius van Stupidface to turn around and start some nonsense there. --- it never ends!!!

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x3..gallery

_{WCIF: [body] lavabod - lavahanje / hrothgal whiskers and lips - tawa2tawa / stylized leopard - forest dandy / plush tail - mord proxy || [clothing] see individual captions || [shaders] elva / day v}

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x4..ooc

x5..ground rules

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