Name           : Carissa Giorgio
Alias/Nickname : n/a
Age            : 22
Gender         : F
Species        : leopard
Profession     : musician/classical pianist
Rank or Status : alpha
Gifts          : Physical Prowess, Fast Healing, Acute Senses, Silver Vulnerability, Control animals, Hybrid Form, Aura of Power, Pass as Human as well as Quick shifting, Taming the Beast, Resist Moon's Call





Height: 5’ 1”
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Color: Blue/grey
Hair color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Long waves
Complexion: Olive
Body shape: Curvy

Appearance: At 5'1" and 125 lbs, Carissa isn't impressive size wise, seemingly small and delicate with the most fragile of looks in some ways, it is all attitude when she does decide to be the alpha that she is. Beautiful by any standards, her storm colored eyes don't miss a thing, reflecting light and seeming to glow at times, especially while on stage, giving her an otherworldly look that just hints at the reality of her nature while dark hair that hangs halfway down her back frames a face that is all high cheek bones under dusky olive skin. Quick to smile, she is friendly and engaging and curved in all the right places. As a concert pianist her usual uniform off stage is torn jeans, boots and any shirt as long as it is ripped, torn or brief enough to show off that lush physique. When on stage,  she favors light and floaty, bright colors and arty prints, craving a feminine look that makes her look ethereal and apart as she feels.

Sexual Likes: Rough, anyway anyhow and anything goes
Sexual Dislikes: Vanilla or a hesitant lover
Sexual Strengths: willing to try anything....and she means anything
Sexual Weaknesses: willing to try anything....and she means anything to the point of endangering herself.


Personality    :Even though she looks like a model,  Carissa comes off as sweet and friendly. One of those people who will talk to the quiet ones to draw them out, and dance with the wallflowers so everyone has a good time, she loves her job and adores the orchestra, they are as close to a family as she has since her mother died and she left NYC and the pard up there. Carissa is usually upbeat, and most of the band who have problems will go to her just to have a sympathetic ear. Never one to resort to falsehood, so she has a habit of telling the truth, which can irritate some, but she doesn't care as far as that goes, it is just something she has to do. But the small girl has a dark side, an addiction to kink and fetish that leads the seemingly innocent little girl into some very dark alleys.

Merits:loyal to a fault, gifted musician, and willing help friends when needed with no thought to safety or implications till it is much too late.
Flaws: Stubborn, honest to the point of pain, wicked hot temper
 and cannot seem to control her sexual addictions

Her look for performances



IC History  Carissa was born Carissa Augello Giorgio in the Hell's Kitchen area of Manhattan, in New York City, New York,  the daughter and only child of Teresa Augello, a paralegal  and part-time actress, and Craig Thomasino a flight attendant.  Carissa's mother is of Scottish, Irish, and Italian descent, and her father is as American as it gets.  Her parents separated when she was two and she was subsequently raised by her mother during her formative years in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.  Throughout her childhood, she was sent to music and dance classes by her mother.  She began playing the piano when she was seven and learned classical music by composers such as Beethoven, Mozart and Chopin.  She enrolled in the Professional Performing Arts School at the age of 12, where she majored in choir and began writing songs at the age of 14.  She graduated in three years as valedictorian  at the age of 16.  She was accepted to Columbia University, but dropped out of college after four weeks to pursue her musical career.

It was the night of the full moon three months later and she was headed home after seeing a unique jazz band in lower Manhattan when Carissa heard something pacing her in the darkness off the path. Little did she know she had run across a leopard, a new shifter with little control...so when the 'strange animal' attacked and mauled her, she didn't think she was going to survive. But she did, and healed without a mark on her.

Carissa didn't have a clue, but her mother suspected, and contacted a coalition of shifters in the New York area, and at the tender young age of 17, the small girl had her first shift, and joined the local group of leopards there the next day. Young, barely 17 and temptation itself in a group that had more than a few that played in darker alleys than Carissa had ever dreamed of.

And her beauty, the promise of a body that was still in that coltish phase of filling out caught the eye of the darkest of the streak. James had known a virgin when he saw one, her inexperience seductive and irresistible. And so it began. Carissa had never met anyone like him before, twice her age and charming, the young girl didn't stand a chance at his determined pursuit and like a ripe plum she fell right into his lap.

He took her virginity one night...days before the full moon. Used to backseat fumblings from teenage boys, his precision captivated her, and pulled her beast at the moment of pleasure, the startled girl shifting underneath him all claws and teeth. Nothing had prepared her for what happened next as he did the same or what would become her world. Because for Carissa, it was first love...true love and what waited for her was something she could never had suspected, but by the time she realized it, it was much to late.

James started easy at first, simple games that introduced her to pleasure in ways that only a shifter could take, bondage, the belt and darker things...all of it wielded by an expert in the craft. Carissa followed gladly at first too, introduced to the world where pleasure and pain mixed in a heady cocktail that she gladly drank down. And with James anything was fair game. Carissa learned about the taste of leather on skin, latex tape bound limbs and the heat of the blade on flesh, and blood wasn't the only thing on the menu. But he wasn't satisfied for long, and by the time the level had increased past the comfort zone, Carissa was hooked, at the mercy of a man whose sadistic tendencies knew no boundaries or stopping point. James moved her into the house where he lived, and except for the monthly meetings, pretty well limited her contact with the pack. And in the eyes of love that Carissa saw him thru, it all made some sort of sick sense.

What had been a belt became the buckle with no mercy, silver that split skin and burned while crimson trails splattered the walls. Shifters resilience was all that saved her at times when the abuse became so extreme that days were lost in a pain-filled haze, and through it all, Carissa's devotion never wavered even when chained or caged at his whim, senses blinded by leather masks and white noise in her ears. There was still pleasure there, given out like treats to a small child..but those times were never frequent enough to make her believe she had descended anywhere but hell.

Her music changed too, becoming darker as it reflected her slow descent into a realm of torment and temptation that Carissa believed was of her own making. Full of pain and despair, she would play and compose when he allowed her that small pleasure. One night, at a club of a friends she toyed with a piano as James discussed business, the few people left there who paid attention were transfixed by the beauty flowing from the slender girl's fingers.

That is when she met Marius, patron of the symphony and a vampire to boot, who was impressed by her abilities and eye catching face and body. They talked and the small woman captivated him with the shine of pain and fractured soul in her eyes. And for the first time in a long while there was a light in her face, a brightness that had been missing.

James hadn't missed the interaction, gripped with a virulent jealousy and when they returned home Carissa paid, bound, brutally raped and beaten till the leopard hovered on the edge. Panicked, James rushed her to the local shifter hospital, and after being pulled back from the brink, the doctor there called the Nimir-Raj, horrified at the injuries the small young woman had suffered.

When Carissa awoke, James was nowhere to be found and the Nimir-Ra sat at her bedside. She never did see James again, in fact he had vanished off the face of the earth, or at least out of NYC and very probably at the Nimir-Raj's hand. No matter how much she asked, or begged for any information about him, it was like he had never existed. So, Carissa did what the young did, physically she healed fast, but the rest was long in coming.

When she was released...three months after her 18th birthday, she was taken in by the two.  Another home, safe and protected and while Carissa regained some of what James had taken away..but her time with him had left a mark somewhere deep inside her, pleasure and pain forever hardwired together.

It took six months for her to be able to face the touch of another, six months of training with the Pard. Her control of her beast had already learned with a price at James's hands. This was combat, pure and simple, sparring and immersion in Tai Kwan Do and Jujitsu at the Nimir-Raj's insistence, making sure that if it came down to it, no meant no, but Carissa could still be overpowered by her own senses. So she healed, stronger and in the loving presence of a pard that embraced the youngest of them and protected her with a fierce determination.

Marius managed to track her down in those months as well, and with a bit of trepidation, she reluctantly began practicing with the symphony orchestra, writing and composing again, adding a depth to the music of the group, a taste of moody desperation that took them to the next level in contemporary piano.

That first sexual experience finally came too,  at the hands of another leopard and it was like vanilla ice cream, sweet but bland.  But she did her best to shove those other cravings deep, no matter how strong they called to her in the dark of night when no-one else was around.

Getting by the pard had been easy, Allen the most mild mannered of humans and their happiness at her finally getting out and living obvious. But Paddles was the destination, another fetish club...with more audience participation. Up onstage with Allen at her side, Carissa felt the first delicious touch of leather again, and with it once again became immersed in the scene. Time after time, night after night, she and Allen became regulars and learned new things at his hands after hours with only one stipulation..never again would she be bound, even though she could break most restraints with ease. Carissa couldn't walk away, never fully and things once again kept on the darker side. The bars that specialized in bondage and domination in the New York area knew her by name, often finding her partners that were willing to do anything short of cutting her open.

Marius knew what she did,  but bloodletting and playtime took a toll, and when one vampire that took much had her passed out onstage, Marius went to the Nimir-Ra with one goal, getting Carissa out of NYC and away from her addiction. The pard signed off gladly, knowing that the time spent with Marius had Carissa a safe haven, as would the next pard once they understood the young leopard, and Marius would see to that.

Now they have settled in Hololulu, and Carissa is having a grand time playing with the local symphony, her talent and reputation preceding her. Already she dances along some very thin lines, trying to find an outlet for the interesting tastes that James awoke in her without endangering anyone she cares about. Marius knows what she wants and gives it to her, already marking her three times, she is just to wary to let it go all the way, that tiny bit of fear still lingers.