File:Favicon.ico Carus was born into a large, hard working, family of commoners. As the middle of 9 children, he was picked on by his brothers and sisters, and shunned by his father, for fallowing the light in place of mindlessly slaying his foes. His mother, on the other hand, approved of his thoughts, for she too was very spiritual. In his sixteenth year, he had come home, his parents were in an intense dispute, obviously ending with his mother becoming hurt, a dark ring appearing around her eye. His father was annoyed, blaming Carus's mother for the ideas in his head. Carus attempted to intervene, sticking up for is mother. His father struck him again and again, bruises formed on his body as his father yelled and cursed at him. At that moment Carus's eldest sister returned home. She watched for a moment, as his mother tried to pull his father away from the boy. His sister, oh so soft, grabbed the large holy book Carus's mother would read to him every night from the desk next to her, as she bashed it into her father's head, he fell to the floor, unconscious. "Go!" she whispered in a hurried tone. Carus ran as fast as he could, he ran until his mussels burned and his legs begged to stop, he found himself in the Dwarven District of Stormwind. He boarded the tram and made way for Ironforge. He lived on the streets, begging, surviving on what he could, one night he met a dwarf named Kouril. The dwarf took in Carus, fed him and kept him safe, until he was later inducted into The Knights of the Silver Hand.
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