My name is Demetrious Michael Caito and I was born on October 31, 1996 along with my twin sister, Danifae. We were born in Las Vegas, NV. Though, unknown to us, our mother was Alessia Caito, daughter of Mafia Boss, Ermete Caito of the Caito Family, but whom we referred to simply as Nonno (Grandfather). Like many twins, Dani and I always fought over who was oldest, but our mother never told us who was older, saying that both of us were the oldest or that she couldn't remember whenever we asked. Our mother never liked to talk about who our father was, simply referring to him as "the donor" that she had met while gambling at one of our family's casinos. She never said anything more about him anytime we asked. Being a member of a Mafia family, we never realized that our family was different than anyone else. Everyone that we new was from a Mafia family, so we thought that it was how every other family was. Nearly anything that we could want, we got without question.
Dani and I grew up to become very close. We did everything together and she became as much of a part of me as I became a part of her. She was the only person who I had no secrets with and we never kept anything from each other. She became the most important person to me next to our mother, Nonno and Nonnina. Our Grandparents. If one of us got in trouble, then there was no question that the other was involved as well. Dani is the only person who has ever seen me cry and she has never told anyone else that I had ever cried. Not even our mother. During much of our childhood, we were sent to the best private schools that money could buy. Unfortunately, we were not the most well behaved kids there and were constantly being sent home for one thing or another, eventually becoming expelled from the school. Fighting, cheating and talking back to our teachers. Not even Catholic School could keep us in line. It got to the point where our mother had to hire tutors and we had to be home schooled.
Like many Italian families, we were raised Catholic and attended church regularly. We were raised to be good people and live by our faith, but everyone knew that crime would run through our blood like every other member of our family. Despite our religious upbringing, it did not take long before our first arrest came. Dani and I were only seven years old, we went with our mother to a jewelry store downtown. While the clerk was distracted showing mother various items, Dani and I had slipped behind the counter and took a few pieces of jewelry. I had taken a $50,000 diamond ring while Dani took a matching set of earrings. Mother would have been proud of our choices if she had known what we had done. It wasn't until after we left the store that the missing jewelry was noticed. In order to attempt to teach us a lesson, our mother let the police arrest us and charge us with the theft. We only got sentenced to a week in juvie, it was the first mark on our police records and it would not be the last. It was only four years after our first arrest that we were arrested for the second time.
We were at our third junior high school, both of us had turned 11 only a week before hand. One of the other guys had insulted Dani after she was mouthing off to him. That didn't sit well with me or her, both of us started wailing on him. We ended up sending the poor kid to the hospital in critical condition. We both were arrested and charged with assault and battery. We got two years in juvie for that one and two years of probation and house arrest. While we were in juvie, we had to be seen by counselors who were trying to figure us out. See what makes us tick I guess. It was there that we were diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia. They were put on medication, but I ended up just tucking it away in my mouth and spitting it out later. I hated the way that it made me feel.
Our lawyer, Stephen Kardos, who was also a friend of the family had helped us out and got us a lighter sentence that what we should have gotten. We started getting to know him and we called him whenever we needed help. He helped us out of more predicaments than we should have, keeping us out of jail and the arrests out of our records. I think we called him enough to put his children through college, though neither Dani or I would probably go to college ourselves. We have more desire to follow in Nonno's footsteps in the family business. Once we got out of juvie, Nonno started letting us take a few jobs for him. Mostly small jobs, running messages across town and even a bit of muscle work when it had to look like a fight between teenagers. I was the happiest that I have been when Dani and I were doing jobs for Nonno. I was happy to help the family business and was ready to start working my way up the ladder. Even though mom and Nonnina didn't want Dani to run the streets with me, I still supported my sister and backed her up completely with her choices.
We continued to work with Nonno despite objections from mom, doing small jobs here and there. Things were going well for us until just last July. Dani and I were bored one night and decided that we wanted to go out to one of the clubs downtown. We didn't have a car of our own yet, so we decided to steal one. We went out, waiting on a corner of an intersection. When we found a car we liked, we waited for the light to turn red and I went to the driver's side while Dani took care of the passenger. We held a gun to the passengers and forced them out of the car. We took the car and sped off. We started heading Downtown and made it twenty miles before we saw our first cop. We held our breaths and watched the cop, what happened in mere seconds, felt like a lifetime. The moment the lights turned on and the cop turned around, I floored the car, trying to get away. We sped down the freeway, making it sixty miles from the county line before we hit the spike strips and they caught us.
Even though the logical person to call was Kardos, we decided to call Nonno, but he called our lawyer. There really wasn't much he could do to get us out of the mess we had gotten ourselves into, but he managed to cut a deal with the judge: We wouldn't have to go to juvie until we were eighteen, but we would go to this camp for "kids like us" in New York. Neither of us wanted to leave the only home we had ever known and not be allowed to go back until some unspecified date in the far future, but we really didn't have much of a choice. Mom agreed and actually stood up to Nonno for the first time that we could remember, accepting the conditions of our release. Apparently, Kardos has family in New York that runs some sort of farm and takes in troubled kids. Dani tried to Google it, but we never found any reference to this "Camp Half-Blood" Kardos kept talking to Mom and Nonno about. I had never heard them mention it before.
When we had to leave, Mom and Nonnina cried and gave us hugs, and firm handshakes from Nonno and some of the men when we were packed into the car with Kardos a few weeks ago with nothing more than a big green sea bag full of clothes. Before we left, Nonno took us aside and gave me a nice switchblade and Dani a butterfly knife, telling us that a weapon like this should never be drawn unless we're serious about injuring someone because it thirsts and needs to be quenched in blood before it will sleep again. We took his advice to heart and promised that we wouldn't use them unless we had to. Kardos decided to skip the plane and just drive us from Vegas to New York City where he said that we would meet one of his relatives who I guess is the Warden of this place we're going to. I think he hit his head or something. He kept telling us that he'd been sent by our father to watch out for us and that what he was doing was getting us out of danger from things that mortals just don't understand. After he told us that he was a satyr and that 'the donor' was Ares, Greek God of War, I was about ready to open the car door then tuck and roll. I still don't really believe everything he told us.
I was afraid that we were being sent off to military school, even though Dani didn't think we were. I can't deal with authority in jail, why would I deal with it at a military school. We've only just arrived in New York and we can see the white van that is supposed to take us to our home away from home and all the correctional guards for the next few years. I guess that means I'm done with this damn report on myself. Hope this is good enough for you guys…
Telepathy
Demetrious is able to speak with only his mind. This only works with his sister, Danifae, and does not work with any one else even if they have telepathy themselves. In order for this to work, they must be within visual contact of each other. Eye contact is not necessary, but they must be able to see at least part of each other. Speech is instantaneous.
Battle Assessment
Demetrious has a keen battle sense and is able to size an opponent up, picking out any potential weaknesses. While this ability may not always pick out an opponent's fatal flaw, he has a 25% chance to pick out their fatal flaw.
System: Roll 1d100.
1-25: An opponent's fatal flaw is exposed.
26-50: Several potential fatal flaws are exposed.
51-75: Many potential fatal flaws are exposed.
76-100: Numerous fatal flaws are exposed. None are the real fatal flaw.
Battle Shout
Demetrious has the ability to taunt his opponents, causing their rage to grow. This can cause his opponents to make a mistake that he can capitalize on or even trip up and fall to the ground. He has to make a verbal communication to the target and they must hear him.
System: A contested roll is made by both parties, each rolling 1d6 with the highest number winning the roll. If failed, no effect is taken.
Twin Sense
Demetrious is able to speak with only his mind. This only works with his sister, Danifae, and does not work with any one else even if they have telepathy themselves. In order for this to work, they must be within visual contact of each other. Eye contact is not necessary, but they must be able to see at least part of each other. Speech is instantaneous. Because of this bond, Demetrious always has a sense of where Danifae is. It's not an exact location, but more of a general area of where she is.
