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Name: Maxim Bazarov

Species: Grizzly Bear (shell), Human

Age: 14 or 15 (in human years), unknown number of moons in bear form. Bear form is adult

Appearance: Large, dark brown grizzly bear with a black Russian fur hat

Personality: Timid, passionate, brave when encouraged

Weapons: Sword, pistol that is rarely used because of his mother’s death

Hunting: 6/10

Fighting: 10/10

Agility: 4/10

Stamina: 8/10

Mental/Emotional Strength: 4/10

Tracking: 7/10

Social: 4/10

Intelligence: 7/10

Stealth: 3/10

Accuracy: 4/10

Experience: 9/10 (in battle)

Focus: 6/10

Cunning: 3/10

Religion: Jew (?)

Parents: Anna Zorina (Jew, 1900-1940), Dmitry Bazarov (Jew, 1906-?)

Known shiftable forms: Bear (will most likely maintain ability after the bear spell passes), Human, Owl, Tiger

Human Appearance: Maxim as a human was handsome. He was very healthy. He had blue eyes and brown hair.

Backstory

Maxim lived in St. Petersburg most of his life. When he was 14, in January 1940, Nazis invaded. His father disappeared and his mother was shot as they both fled into the woods. Maxim buried his mother quietly while the Nazis searched the forest. He hid inside a hollow tree trunk but the Nazis found him, and he managed to lie about being a Jew, saying, “I have lost my identification papers and I hid because I thought Finland was attacking...” He quickly added, masking his sadness, “My mother was a Jew, but I never believed in Judaism. She was shot, and good riddance.”

Somehow, they believed him and he gained sympathy.

After reviewing all Maxim’s info there was existing he was accepted into the Soviet Union’s Red Army. Fortunately for him he was put in far eastern Russia, guarding the entrance from territory they owned.

Maxim was haunted by dreams recalling his mother’s death and how he lied about her. On March 1st, he stole a vehicle from the Red Army camp he was deployed in at midnight and drove, drove, drove away. He was so distracted by the beautiful night sky and mixed feelings of elation, triumph, and a bit of regret, that around 12:50 AM he did not notice the sea nor the ice around him. He drove on the ice for about sixty minutes at the vehicle’s maximum speed, 25 mph, until he hit a particularly thin patch of ice which gave way immediately. When he recovered from the shock of the cold water he began to claw frantically out of his seatbelt. It caught on his compass but he was so determined to get out that he did not notice and it snapped off his belt that held his sword and pistol. He swam at an island, and suddenly there was a flash of light. Maxim closed his eyes and then opened them, and he was suddenly next to a sign: “Bering Land Bridge National Preserve.”

Maxim could not read English so he continued on, eventually finding a very pretty secluded spot with a stone overhang. Exhausted, he collapsed inside it and fell asleep.

He stayed there for six months, staying alive by making a blanket of grasses, lighting fires, eating berries and making snares for animals. After his grass blanket got blown into the fire he decided to leave and continue wandering. He had no idea where he was, and he had lost his compass. After a week, Maxim encountered another flash of light and ended up in a meadow. Near the meadow was a mountain, but he didn’t like mountains so he ignored it and continued deeper into the strange land, eventually passing a large flat stone with an odd symbol engraved into it.

He passed a clear stream that caught his eye. After crossing over it he continued to look back.

Maxim was startled out of his thoughts by a sharp, cold voice, speaking very odd sounding noises. He spun around and saw a white wolf with blue eyes like sapphires set into its face. The face was covered in a ivory-white mask, with several green vines entangling it.

It was accompanied by a brown lynx with a half-metal face.

It spoke again, this time in English. Maxim still did not understand and was too flabbergasted to speak anyway.

The wolf grew angry and shouted something in English, and then snarled several broken and cut-off noises. Maxim fell back.

On fur.

He looked at his hands, saw huge bear paws, yelled something in Russian, and took off running towards the mountain.

He blindly stumbled up the mountain until he came to a cave. He ran into it without a second thought, accidentally smashed straight through the stone wall that was the entrance to the Delta Guardian base, and fell down the long flight of stone stairs.

He jumped up, screamed with a mixture of unintelligible Russian and bear roars, and ran into the medicine den. Maxim smashed into Fireblaze who was on her way out to see what all the hullabaloo was about.

He started yelling and trying to run in circles on his hind legs. Fireblaze managed to calm him down by giving him a potion (Fireblaze was told she should do this by a quiet, sleepy grey wolf in the corner). The potion made him understand English and Deltean Rune.

“Whotry ven krn?”

“Maxim!” the bear shouted, in a state of sheer panic. “Maxim Bazarov!”

He hit his head. Somehow the fur hat had stayed on.

Fireblaze grabbed his arm with some difficulty. “Stop,” she said sternly in English. “Tell...me...where do you come from? What year do you come from?” She looked at the fur hat, emblazoned with the USSR hammer and sickle.

“Nine-teen forrrr-tee.” Maxim whimpered.

Fireblaze looked over at the sleepy wolf, who shrugged and pointed with his head to a blue potion. She made Maxim take it and he told her everything. She told the wolf to “get out of that bed of yours and calm everyone down outside.”

Maxim was given a potion painstakingly brewed by the Head Apothecary, Breli, so that the effects of the bear spell would not be permanent, but for six years. That was the least amount possible, for it was a sinful spell. He was granted hospitality at the base.

For the first year he wandered around and ate.

The second year, Gratil learned of his battle skills and was asked to serve in a battle with the Shadowbringers. He did so, passionately for the ones who granted him a home, and he won.

The third year, he began his training as a Guardian, and mentored a few other Guardians-In-Training in Swordfighting.

The time SM takes place is his fourth year.

He is human, but trapped in the shell of a bear and the skills of both a bear and those he had gathered as human.

When he turns back into a human, he will remain as he was before he was turned into a bear.