DELIVORIAS, cassius h.

the basics,

Name
— cassius henry delivorias

Nicknames
— cas

Age
— 86

Birthday
— sometime in december

Gender
— male

Species
— werewolf

Element
— fire

Cassius was a proud son of the Delivorias family, a well-known and noble one in the village of Cyris. He was born to Marcus and Imogen Delivorias. His parents met through their families and married soon after their first meeting. Although they were strangers at the beginning the couple developed feelings of love for each other, resulting in loving the other dearly. Both families consisted of great fighters as well as members skilled with their element - fire. Not much time passed before their first and only son was born. His childhood was probably the best part of his life. He enjoyed to have a servant or two who did anything he told them to. He became more of a troublemaker during his late teens. Spending, or wasting, lots of money for wine and women. During that time he started to get into lots of fights, provocing others if they refused to. He would get whatever he wanted to have - be it a fight, money, food or even women. You could say that he lived his life to its fullest, enjoying every second of it.

But there has been this one day, this one fatal day which changed his life completely ‒ the day a rogue werewolf attacked him and his family. One day in the cold month of december, just after Cassius turned 22, the family celebrated his engagement with the daughter of another noble family. During sunset something suddenly smashed in their door, gaining entrance into their house. It first knocked away the servants who were standing in his way. Then he moved towards Imogen and Marcus and in a split second it slit both their throats. Poor Cassius didn't even know or realize what happened, he just kept staring at the lifeless bodies of his parents. Standing between him and their bodies was the werewolf. The young boy feared for his life, but yet he tried to be brave and defend it. He jumped at the furry creature, hands clawing at its face but with no luck. As expected he got hurled at the wall, a light crack visible after the body of the boy connected with it. Cas turned around as he laid on the cold floor, clutching his stomach in pain. The beast clawed at him, slashing through his back with its claws. He could feel hot liquid slowly soaking his shirt, nausea setting in. The werewolf then bit his waist, sharp teeth digging into his flesh. A hiss followed by a scream escaped the boy's lips as the pain shot through his sore body - then he passed out.

Cassius woke up what seemed after days of the attack. The bright rays of the sun were shining through the window which was surprisingly intact. His parents' and servants bodies were still lying there motionless, their blood which covered the floor dry. The pain seemed to have dulled, his body stopped aching. Slowly, the boy got on his feet, still feeling slightly dizzy. Knowing that he got bitten the young male decided to leave the village for the time being. Thus, he started traveling around, never stayed at one place for too long. He noticed the changes in him, the sudden anger that shot through his body whenever something displeased him, forcing him to turn into a beast. His first transformation has been horribly awful. Cas wasn't capable of controlling himself, he started attacking everything he saw, everything that stood in his way - animals and the occasional human. He hated what he became, hated himself, hated what he did and what he had to do to survive. Even after years passing he still can't stand to see himself in a mirror. The boy had a hard time getting the hang of being a Werewolf, of controlling himself. He's pretty decent now, knows his abilities he gained but yet he cannot stop himself from suddenly transforming as soon as anger rushes through him. After decades of training he returned to his home village, living there as if he were back in his teenager/young adult years. His personality has changed drastically though. Who once was the rather cheerful and delighted boy now turned into an rude, arrogant, pessimistic and cold adult.

Henry didn't sleep all night. It wasn't that he couldn't, he was afraid to close his eyes and enter the world of horrible nightmares. He would rather stay up for days than sleep once and having to experience it. He decided to go out, take a walk, maybe try to hunt down a demon or two. After he put on a few useful runes he took his seraph blade, putting it into the back pocket of his jeans. Grabbing his black jacket he left the room, bed untouched, and walked into the hallway. He made his way to the door, carefully, so he wouldn't wake anyone up - especially not his parabatai.

Once outside he didn't stop but jogged down the street through the maze of New York's tall buildings. He was really hoping to run into one, let his anger out. The feeling of his sword slashing through the flesh of the demon kind of calmed him down, to know that one bastard would be gone. His ears, hearing enhanced by runes, heard a voice somewhere down the street. A mischievous grin played around his lips, hand hovering over his seraph blade. Without much thoughts he jogged down the street towards the voices. His feet hit the ground softly and soundless, the silence rune he applied helping him.

He came to a halt at the entrance to an alley, the lights barely able to brighten it up. His back pressed on the wall of a building, he glanced inside, seeing a girl with two guys. A look on his sensor confirmed that they weren't demons, nor was there any demonic activity around the place, but he did notice something strange about the group. Vampires, he thought, his face darkened. He hated demons, but he also hated Downworlders. For him they were the same - a nuisance. But either way they were bothering a mundane, which he couldn't tolerate. Instead of taking his seraph blade which would have been pretty much useless against vampires he pulled out a dagger.

"Feeding on a mundane." he snickered, his eyes on the sharp blade of the dagger. "It's against the law." he added as he raised his head to face the guys, a serious expression on his face. "Do me a favor and just leave." he told them, speaking with a calm voice. Henry has always been the calm and serious one - all the time. His father has always told him not to keep your guard down, not to be reckless and do foolish things because you didn't think about the consequences, to be careful but yet bold. His blue eyes flashed in the dim light of the alley, looking darker than usual.

Calmly, he watched the Vampires letting go of the girl and slowly approaching him. As they both moved forward, their arms outstretched and teeth bared, Henry moved forward, grabbing a wrist of each of them and whirled them around. He twisted their arms, pushing them against their backs and shoved the guys to the wall - jamming them against it with brute force. "Didn't I politely ask you to leave?" he said. Then he let go of one of them, pushing him sideways. In a split second he turned around, hands still grabbing the other Vampire. The Shadowhunter pulled out the dagger and pressed it against the bloodsucker's neck, blood starting to line the mark. "Leave-" he repeated as he looked at the free guy. "-and you won't lose your heads." Henry let go of the other one as well, pushing him towards the other one. His eyes were fixed on them as he watched them leaving while muttering something under their breath.

With a stern expression he turned towards the girl, keeping his distance, while putting away his dagger. "What a waste of time." he muttered under his breath. "Is everything alright?" he asked the blonde instead of just walking off which he would have preferred to do.