Darius has often worked with the Law Enforcement to assist in solving mysteries involving magical artifacts. He's very fearful of them learning about his old identity.
At five foot eight and 160 pounds, Darius is a man of average height and a slender, toned build. At a glance, it's clear that he spends a moderate amount of time working out and cares about his appearance. His short, dirty blonde hair is carefully groomed into a synthetically messy look, as though he spent half an hour in a mirror trying to make it look like he does not care about grooming his hair. This style compliments his angular facial structure well, though, highlighting his sharp cheekbones. Aside from the deep shadows underneath his eyes, Darius appears to be aging very well, hardly looking a day over 30.
His eyes are a twinkling shade of grey, sometimes appearing steel blue in the right lighting. The space between his eyes and his eyebrows is smaller than average, and his eyebrows are rather faint, fading very quickly into his forehead. Below his eyes is a long nose, full lips, and carefully pruned scruff. His default expression is one of general apathy, with his eyes wandering around the environment surrounding him and his lips forming a witty smirk, as though he knows an entertaining truth that nobody else knows.
As far as Darius's clothes go, he generally dresses quite nicely, proudly sporting blazers, button-downs, and colored pants (generally maroon, white, or red). He also has two suits (one that is black and white, and the other features a grey blazer, bow tie, and pants with a light pink button down) that he saves for truly special occasions where he wants to make a strong impression. When on missions, he dresses much more functionally, wearing turtlenecks and tight, mobile pants, his clothes disguised under a sweatshirt if needed. The only times that one would catch Darius in a t-shirt would be when he is in the comfort of his own home, alone.
In a letter to the higher-ups of Pharos, Darius's friend and former mentor, Catalina, wrote the following:
"His heart is in the right place, but he still has the mind of a conman. Every day, however, he is learning to see that the world is so much more than just a resource to exploit. From the bottom of my heart, I believe that he has known this all along deep down. Darius's outstanding dedication to understanding the Resonance and furthering our organization's mission never ceases to amaze me. On the outside, this man may appear to be the very image of corruption, but by working with him, you gain the opportunity to discover his heart of gold. Remember, he joined Pharos for a reason."
Darius has retained many traits from old identity as a conman, such as his manipulative nature and selfish instincts. He has absolutely no problem with weaving the most intricate of lies to get what he wants, no matter how small, and he would not hesitate to fight a rival head-on if it came to that. In addition, he can very easily be diverted from his objectives by the right amount of money and/or a pretty face. If he wants something, he will do anything and everything in his power to obtain it, and he struggles to handle the feeling of failure when he does not succeed in an endeavor. He is very insecure about his past as a conman, especially his time in prison, and is absolutely terrified of this history catching up to him. He no longer goes out of his way to keep a low profile, but he only discusses the truth about his past to those who he trusts completely. Should he suspect that somebody is onto him about his past, he gets extremely nervous and uncomfortable around them.
Despite all of this, Darius is a man who truly loves life and wants others to see the beauty of the world like he does. He pities cynical people and pessimists, often triying to take them under his wing to show them the good in the world. As for his powers, he sees his process of learning to use them as a fun challenge. He enjoys traveling and see new places, and he delights in learning the history of the world, finding it fascinating how things came to be the way that they are. He keeps a list of his "favorite places", and he loves showing these places to people who he trusts and cares about. He adores the world, and seeing it in its chaotic and apocalyptic state after the Resonance struck him very painfully, motivating him to put aside his selfish ways to work towards a greater good, instead. His hope is that by working in Pharos, he can help his faction gain a vast understanding of the Resonance and use that knowledge to benefit the entire world.
- A black and white tailored suit
- A tailored suit with a grey blazer, pants, vest, and bowtie with a pale pink button down.
- A pistol and several boxes of ammunition.
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Role Play Sample
"And so it begins..." David muttered to himself hesitantly as he stepped out of his rental car. A haunting shiver went up his spine as his foot made contact with the pavement.
“So this is Arkford,” He thought, “the city of nightmares.”
He had only been in the city for mere minutes, but he was already overcome with an overwhelming sense of unease and panic. For months he'd been planning this expedition, but he had avoided it for as long as possible, not only because of his deadly enemies living just north of Arkford, but also because of the horrifying stories of the place lining the darker corners of the internet. It wasn't until he was absolutely certain that the city would be essential in his mission that he even considered traveling there. Now, there was not a doubt in his mind that his brother had been through this city, and he had every intention to learn exactly what happened to him here.
He looked around at the city surrounding him. He saw the eyes of each pedestrian as glazed with secrets and potential clues, and every corner having the chance of a new discovery on the other side. Despite his troubling circumstances, David couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement about the adventures awaiting him. It had been years since he had gotten such a rush.
He walked across the parking lot to the hotel entrance and made small talk with the receptionist as he booked a room for two weeks, despite knowing that he would most definitely end up needing to extend his stay. The receptionist entered the information into the computer while David looked around the lobby, taking in every crack on the wall and leaf on the plants as though they were all vital clues that would make or break his entire mission.
"And what's your name, sir?" The receptionist asked, snapping David out of his dreamlike trance. "Oh, uh, I'm David. David.... Kelly."
Of course, Kelly was not his actual last name. Dropping his true name would surely attract all the wrong attention if it reached the wrong ears. He nodded to himself with an eager smile. David Kelly it is. He liked it. The receptionist handed him his room key, and he made his way to his room, unpacking his vast collection of notebooks, maps, and diagrams. And so it begins...