Name: Carius Pitsori Alias: Cabron Zaharia
Age: 26 by appearance, late 20s in age.
Birthdate: 1974, October 31st
Breed: Sapiens Lupus (werewolf)
Order: Baltro (Blue Moon)
Tribe: Rom
Parents: Ivan and Carmen (deceased)
Pack: Gemini Vulgus (the Mutt Blood Pack)
Rank: {Pack Regent}
Combat Dice: 21 d6 marksman. 16 d6 Archery. 14 d6 Martial Combat.
Resources: $497,728 (after traveling expenses to London)
Weapons: Pair of Semi-automatic pistols. Beretta 9mm, Sig Sauer 45 cal.
Occupation: Bouncer, Carpenter and Landscaper. Works at Club X-Tech.
Salary: {150 pounds weekly salery, plus odd jobs}
Location: {Lewisham Burough, London.}
House Description: Rent, 200 pounds monthly. Landlord-Louis DeLeon. 4 Bedroom house with full basement and finished attic. Kierstian and Carius share the master bedroom on the main floor. Susan has her own bedroom upstairs. Bethany has her own bedroom on the second floor as well. Evette, Vasaria and Demetre share the largest bedroom on the second floor. Dan and Jerry live in the attic, and Mick Walker lives in the basement. There is also a den on the first floor. Each floor has a full bath. The attic and basement have their own private entrances, from a deck and staircase from the attic, and a stairwell from the basement.
Character History: In childhood, he was curious about humans, but as he matured and saw the cruelty of a species that acted out of fear of what they misunderstood, he grew to resent the humans, the 'meat sacks' as his people refered to them. His spirit was as wild as the winds and the rivers, and as stalwart as the mighty oaks which became fewer and fewer as the monkeys (which he liked to call humans) cut them down. His father went off to work as always on the grave yard shift at the steel mill, and he just did not come home one morning. Carius was then 25. He stayed at home with his mother and little sister, as his father asked of him. That same evening they heard several cars coming down their drive, and Carius's mother handed his baby sister to him and told him to run for the woods and to hide, not to show himself until the people left. He remembered hearing the report of gunshots echoing through the forest, and then flashlights pierced the woods. Carius hid himself with his two year old sister deep in the rotten hollow of a dead fallen tree, which briars had woven a tangle around. He lie with her, keeping her quiet, with the ants, the centipedes, and the numerous other creepers until the feet ceased their tramping through the woods, and the flashlights withdrew, and the headlights thereafter with the hum of their engines. He did not move until silence lie over the woods, and all he could hear was the beating of his own heart, pulsing in his ears, and the breaths of his little sister who lie asleep curled up in his arms. What was left of his pack had gathered down by the springs which gave birth to the White Rock River. So few there were...Only six remained, where before the slaughter there had been thirty. All of them were children. The Feral Nox pack was dead...or...was it? The single adult remaining was Carius, who returned to his house...But he did not go inside. He went to the basement where his father hid his savings in a coffee can in the coal bin. After collecting his father's life savings, a total of eight-hundred and fifty two dollars, he went to the meeting place, to the springs, where he immediately took charge and led the children deeper and deeper still into the woodlands, and onward they trekked ten miles into the Appalacian mountains, to a cave. It was a not a large cave, nor was it deep, and only wild things knew about it. It was easily missed by human eyes, for it lie beneath a craggy overhang which was overgrown with laurels. Carius had tracked a fox to the cave when he was a child, and had gone there often. The cave, which was roughly 100 feet in diameter, with a small opening that a grown man had to crawl through, had a roof over twelve feet high within. It was dry, and with some work they made it clean, baring the rock on the floor beneath the dirt and tree litter animals had carried in. There were two males and four females, Carius's two year old sister included. Carius wanted to keep them safe...to keep them hidden from an inhumane humanity. Someone had talked...Someone had betrayed their pack, his father at least had been betrayed. It explained why he never came home, and why they came to exterminate his family after they had no doubt killed him. How could humans get away with murdering the Garou when murdering their own carried the death penalty? Why was killing the wolf-kin any different? Fear...What else, but it was a poor excuse. Would his people ever have human rights? Would that day ever come? Carius and the children hunted deer, rabbits, and squirrels. They gathered nuts, roots, herbs and found all the resources they needed to survive in the woods for the winter, and the next fall it all fell apart.
Deer hunters spotted Vasaria, a six year old boy, while he was gathering beech nuts. When they approached him Vasaria ran, and they chased after him. They caught the boy who howled and shrieked, and when Carius clambored out of the creek he had been bathing in, and rushed to Vasaria's cries, he arrived just in time to see the hunters climbing into a truck with the flailing boy in their arms. Carius was beside himself, and mortified with thoughts of what would become of the boy if he did not recover him immediately. If they ran blood tests...or tried to discover whose son he was...or he was kept until a full moon...what then? Carius quickly gathered the children and commanded the oldest, Sarah, to keep them in the cave until he returned, and threatened to beat her if any of them strayed, and he left them and went as quickly as he could to the road, and to the nearest town. As he hoped, he saw the same Ford truck there, parked at the police station. Straightening his clothes and hair as well as he could, he walked into the station and at the desk, reported that two men had taken his son from the woods. He described Vasaria, down to the birth mark on his inner thigh, and without ID, he convinced the officers that Vasaria was his son. He told them that he had come up from Virginia with his friends, to hike and camp in the mountains with his son and daughter. Vasaria backed him up all the way, claimed Carius was his father, showed them the birth mark on his inner thigh, begged them to let him please go with his father. Carius was very lucky...They did let him leave with his 'son'...without identification...But Carius realized he could not keep the last of the Feral Nox pack safe by hiding them in the woods. He had been willing to raise them all as if his own children, but the monkey laws would never let them live in peace. He had to find the other packs, he had no choice. He purchased an old station wagon, made it legal, risked using his own driver's liscense, and piled his pack of cubs inside, whereof he drove east. He had no idea how he would find the others...But he had to try. He would take what jobs he had to...and move from town to town until he found them.
Life Mate: Kierstian Marie Braswell, Age 24, missing.
The Twins: Kierstian gave birth to hybrid twins out of Carius on October 6th, 2006. Their names are; Ivan (male) and Fallon (female). The twins are both Mongrels inasmuch as their parents are from two different tribes, albeit both Cabron and Kierstian are from different Romanian Tribes, as such the twins have genetic advantages.
Ivan Zaharia: Male. Rom-Norse heritage. Cabron's Hybrid son and twin of Fallon. Ivan was named in honor of his deceased grandfather. Black curly hair, brown eyes, fair skin, smooth face.
Genetic Advantage: Keen Insight
Wolfish in these ways:
Fallon Zaharia: Female. Rom-Norse heritage. Cabron's Hybrid daughter and twin of Ivan. Brown curly hair, brown eyes, fair skin, face is smooth except for her nose, which is furry.
Genetic Advantage: Keen Insight
Wolfish in these ways:
Foster Children: Vasaria (age 15), Demetre (sister of Carius, age 7), Susan (age 19), Bethany (age 17), Evette (age 14) All are sapiens werewolves.
Demetre Pitsori: Female. Rom heritage. Demetre is Carius's little sister. She has long, black, curly hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. She is an adorable little tyke. Carius sometimes calls her snow white, which is one of Demetre's favorite stories. Amazing that she does not have nightmares. Carius reads her Grimms Faery tales, the Chronicals of Prydain, and The Chronicals of Narnia, her favorite books. She hardly speaks at all unless someone is reading a story to her. She loves stories. Smart little tot. Parents Deceased. Born in May; she is an Ignavous, Planter's Moon.
Evette Basque: Female. Brown hair, fair skinned, large nose but very pretty, of french heritage. A rather shy girl, quiet and watchful. She is very obedient to adults, but she has a temper if she gets really upset, and stands up for herself. She loves Tolkien and Carius has been reading the Simarillion to her, embellishing it to make it less...bible-like. Parents deceased. Born in April; she is an Indoles (investigators), Awakening Moon.
Vasaria: Male. Tough little guy who loves food and sleeps like the dead. Very deep sleeper, hard to wake. He is full of energy when he is awake. He and Bethany get along well, because Bethany will play medieval knights with him. He loves to play tricks on his sisters, albeit harmless ones. He is all boy, and very happy considering everything. He is very attached to Carius. Jet black hair, dark blue-gray eyes. Parents Deceased. Born in March; he is a Proeliator, Death Moon.
Bethany MacLeod: Female. Auburn hair, blue eyes, cute kid with a creative imagination. Responsible when she needs to be, but a daydreamer. Stubborn when she is sure of something, and will think she is right unless proven wrong. She is a daredevil on a bicycle. She she had a BMX bike that she lost in the fire with everything else, but Carius (aka Cabron) recently got her another one. Parents deceased. Born in September; she is a Venator, Hunter's Moon.
Susan Thornton: Female. Very sensible, mature for her age. She is intelligent, resourceful, and emotionally guarded, but if things get too overwhelming for her, she might break down. She puts others before herself, and has a huge crush on Carius, or could be she is actually in love with him. Susan is a wonderful girl and very pretty. She would offer to help both Kierstian and AJ out. Brunette hair, green eyes, beautiful girl. Parents deceased. Born in July; she is a Philologus, Hungry Ghost Moon.
Pack Ranks
1-Alpha - Mick Walker (warrior shaman, mentor, lawkeeper)
2-Regent - Cabron Zaharia (head martial and mentor)
3-Matron - Kierstian Braswell (guardian and mentor)
4-Warriors - {none}
5-Martials - Dan, Jerry (guards, security, combat)
6-Omega (subordinates) - Susan (caretaker), Bethany (caretaker)
7-Youngers (pups) - Demetre, Vasaria, Evette, Fallon, Ivan
8-Trustees - {none}
Pack Information: In the past; Cabron as Carius was a member of the Black Heart pack in Ravenswood West Virginia in the United States, but left the states with his mate, family, and friends to move to London. Carius and Kierstian settled into their new life with their human friends Dan and Jerry, and their trusted friend and Thyladom Warrior-Shaman, Mick Walker. It came to mind to Carius, Mick, and Kierstian collectively, that with all of them together, they were a pack already, so why seek a pack? With Mick being the eldest and strongest of them, there was no contest on who the acting Alpha would be. Mick designated what the pack ranks would be, and assigned each member already present with their rank, making Carius pack regent until a time when he was challenged by another pack mate and overthrown. Kierstian was made pack Matron, the female with the highest rank. It was unusual to have humans among a werewolf society, and so Mick named Dan and Jerry as trustees, but spoke to Carius and Kierstian privately about siring them in the near future, if the pair consented. He did not mention what would happen if they refused to be sired, or rejected their friends when they discovered they were werewolves. Carius was in full agreement, and was leery of having humans among them as well. They needed to be sired, and soon.
Mick and Cabron's plans to sire Dan and Jerry were disrupted however as a result of FoG capturing Cabron. Mick sired Dan six months after Cabron disappeared, while Jerry decided to wait and see if Cabron could be found or return. He wanted Cabron as his sire. It would be four years before Jerry was sired. Carius was held for almost two years before he was liberated by an Anubian Enemy named Salvo who placed him under the custody of another vampire named Manon. Manon held him for another year and a half for very good reasons; Cabron had been terribly weakened and driven to madness by FoG's experiments on him. Cabron's wife Kierstien meanwhile had also disappeared, only weeks after Cabron's capture while searching for Cabron, leaving their young hybrid twins in the care of the pack unintentionally. One night's investigation out and she was seized by an unknown antagonist without a trace. Mick had not been happy about the hybrid pups being orphaned, but between Susan, Dan and Jerry, he could not complain about the pups being neglected. They were in fact very well looked after. Kierstian had been pregnant with another pair of hybrid twins when she had disappeared, the last Hybrids Mick would allow them. With Mick's full consent, and only weeks after Manon released Cabron to return home; Cabron sired Jerry, who with Dan and Susan had taken care of his beasty little children while he was gone.