R'LEYON, DARIUS ALABASTER

[darius]

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O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S acario othero kingsley, victoire e'ris qenonoroi
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N A M E darius alabaster r'leyon.
N I C K N A M E S darry.
A G E 15.
B I R T H D A T E june twenty-second.
G E N D E R male.
S E X U A L I T Y honestly, whatever he wants, with fey preference usually.
O C C U P A T I O N duke of niendra.
M A G I C ?
--ICE An inherited power, from the R'leyon family, most if not all of them possess it. Darius hasn't quite mastered it yet, but he's farther along than his brother in that he can summon in seemingly out of nowhere (though it's easier to use the water vapor in the air, especially in moist atmospheres). He's not quite to the level in which he can summon and wield them on a large scale, so he couldn't summon an iceberg upon your household, but he can definately do more mundane tricks and weapons, like ice daggers.
--SOUL WHISPERING Though not directly inherited form anybody, it is a power that is related to the ones of his siblings; Whilst they can make people believe their lies, he can reveal a person's true self, meaning their true personality will come to the surface. This especially works on traitors and liars, and generally anyone Niendra needs to get their hands on. He has mastered this ability, and is quite good at it, dependent even. He mainly uses these powers to figure out people's secrets and sue them against him.

H E I G H T 5' 8"
W E I G H T 165 lbs.
B U I L D Darius is by no means the strongest of the R'leyon family, and far from the strongest of the Niendrans. A thin, wiry figure, he is well-muscled for a boy his age, or atleast enough where he isn't a mere stick on legs. He's got a toned enough body, but not too much where he leaves the category of 'lithe'.
E Y E S Deepset eyes that are small on his face, yet they contain piercing blues that keep the things form fading into obscurity; One of his best features, in many people's opinions. They can either hold warmth or happiness, or give you the coldest, most hate-filled stare you will ever receive, but only when he is betrayed or angered.
H A I R His hair is thick, and cut short as to not make a huge moppy mess. Well, short enough, as he likes for it to fall into his eyes and be blown by the wind. Black, it complements his blue eyes rather well.
I D E N T I F I E R S His skin is left as it always was, clear and devoid of any markings, ink, metal, or otherwise. That's not to say he hasn't thought about it, but he isn't about to risk the wrath of his family because of it; Atleast that's his excuse, but he simply doesn't like the way it looks, because usually he does whatever the hell he wants. He does have a peculiar birthmark, in the shape of a red crescent moon, located on upper right hip, somewhat close to his navel.
A P P E A R A N C E The youngest of the three r'leyon siblings and by far the most free-spirited, he is the one without burden. gone are the desires to overthrow the current indrawn rulers, though he doesn't have much against it, he simply doesn't care. unburdened as he is, his style reflects it. his hair is always messy to some degree and falling in his eyes, while his clothes are focused more on comfort rather than fashion. a thin figure, physically, he is the weakest of the r'leyon family, but he makes up for it in agility and speed, supplied by his wiry body which he uses to get out of situations without violence. not that he has anything against that, either, and he can fight if needed.

L I K E S
"mischief. at first glance, darius is simply a kind soul without much of a brain and his head in the clouds. truthfully, though, he is quite smart, but due to hanging around his sister too much, his morality isn't black and white like every else's, but rather grayer. he doesn't bat an eye to things like decapitations, and loves fear. but sometimes, he does know what he's doing is wrong, and does it simply because it strikes him as funny.
"his powers. when it comes to his magical abilities, darius tends to be a bit of a show off. he's proud of them, especially at being such a high level at a young age. most of it is self-learned, though a little help comes from the mage school, but he hardly ever learns anything form there due to his low attention span. he typically makes flashy displays and hurts people just for the fun of it, when not fucking with their heads and discovering who they truly are and using it against them.
"his family. first and foremost, no matter how chaotic he may seem at first, darius will never betray his family. with the warmest heart in the family, he feels a strong connection with each of them, and will drop everything and risk everything to protect them. this counts double for his sister cynessa, and a bit less for his brother.
"the truth. what an ironic one this is, as well. a family full of liars, and he desires the truth. darius never lies, in fact he does the opposite; telling his family the truth rather than lying through his teeth. he honestly hates lies, and he believes it is one of the worst things people could do. if he ever found out his family had lied to him, he would be devastated, a feat rarely accomplished.
"people. besides the fact that he likes to mess with them, Darius genuinely likes the company of other people, even considering himself a socialite of sorts. he has no real idea of class; niendrans, carthonians, wyeshings, and serenitians alike, he'll talk to them all simply because he enjoys company. he literally cannot survive without it, as he'd grow quickly depressed.
D I S L I K E S
"spirituality. darius is not ignorant, and does not simply sit there and pretend as if the deities don't exist. part of him is telling himself to respect them, but truthfully, he doesn't give a shit or care about them at all. what he hates even more is people who devote their lives to them, especially with his 'live life to the fullest philosophy".
"liars&traitors. trust is the strongest thing to Darius. in all his chaotic glory, he can at least boast he is truthful. just the same, he expects you to be; to break a bond with him, to tear away the trust he has with you, is invoking his wrath; it matters not who you are, though he'd be a bit more forgiving with his family, as it is only in their nature.
"boring shit. Darius, unfortunately, isn't good at holding her attention too long. if something bores him, he'll simply find something new, simple as that.
"underestimating him. people think that because he comes off as so kind and giving, it means he's a pushover, and weak. he can't even begin to express how wrong he is. while he may not have world-shaking powers like his sister or amazing lying capabilities like his parents, he can wield his powers as the deadliest things in existence, attacking both your mind and body. plus, a little help form the family never hurt.
"rude people. as said, darius is not a patient person. the most important thing in his life is having fun. when he is having fun, he is a very happy person, and it just seems people can't tolerate that. he has no patience for the assholes, and won't even try to hold himself back. cynessa is a notable exception, as he believes there is some good in her.
F E A R S
"being betrayed by his family. one of the most realistic of his fears, his personality often conflicts with his family members, and he is often in the way without knowing it. made worse by his naivety and his family's lying tendencies, leaving him vulnerable.
"kidnapped. another fear of his, though not as rational, it is still possible. kidnapped, either by carhtonians or some other family in Niendra. entirely possible, given his family's controversial ideals, and some view him as the 'baby' of the family.
"serpents. snakes, to be specific. he's terrified of them, due to quite a few traumatic experiences as a child. snakes just don't seem to like him, and the mere sight of them causes him to recoil in terror.
S T R E N G T H S
"virtually fearless. besides the aforementioned fears, he doesn't have much that he does fear, being as wild as he is, there's simply no room for it. this makes him good for things other people have the common sense not to do.
"defense is the best offense. most would think darry wouldn't be the type to fight, and well, they would be half right. darry damn well knows how to fight, and he loves violence. but his frame doesn't provide much strength behind his punch, so instead he depends on avoiding attacks and tiring his opponents before taking them down when they are weak.
"calming. darius tends to have a soothing affect on people. as he is constantly happy, and it seems to rub off on people and cheer them up, even if he isn't necessarily trying to or cares if someone is happy. he can easily bring a smile upon a saddened individual's face.
W E A K N E S S E S
"naive. darius sees the best in people, always, even in the worst of people like cynessa, who he truly does love and admire with all his heart. this tends to be his downfall, as he trusts people too often, and will come to believe their every word.
"emotional. darius doesn't cry much or anything, but is often happy. but whatever the emotion, he refuses to bottle it up and instead lets it out and lets it known to everyone around him, often in order to get what he wants.
"chaotic. darius has little respect for order, and likes to do whatever his heart currently desires, be it to have random sex or to kill babies, he's going to do it. his morals are little to none, simply because it is a concept so alien to him. he honestly doesn't know when he's doing something not 'acceptable' and being forced to do others often just upsets him. this extends to people telling him what to do, another thing he hates.
Q U I R K S
"low attention span. he likes to be free, and would rather play outside and such than the confines of a house. being restricted is like torture to him, and he constantly needs to have some kind of activity to distract him.
"unpredictable. honestly, what darius is going to do next is often a mystery to everyone, even his closest family. his mind operates differently than everyone elses, so he's constantly form one subject to another.
"glutton. darry loves food. it's one of his favorite things to do, is eat; literally eating just to pass time. some of his favorite foods are the worst for him, like cake and ice cream, but he eats it anyways. he isn't too good with table manners either, so it's the royal equivalent of seeing a pig eat.
G O A L S
"(for his family) to overthrow the royal family. this is more of a wish for his family than anything else, because personally he is indifferent to the idea. he believes that if they do, everyone will be happy at last.
"for everybody to be happy. this ties in with the first one. all he really wants is for his loved ones to be happy and enjoy themselves, rather than plot. that's why he awaits their victory instead of acting against it.
"to learn a lvl. 4 magical ability. since he's nearly mastered the abilities he does have, he seeks to learn some type of large scale power, with devastating effects, as to compliment his current powers. or atleast learn a new one; he has to be going to the mage school for something.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
To begin to describe the boy Darius Alabaster R'leyon, one would have to have previous knowledge of the definition of the word 'chaos'; It's something that Darius frequently encounters, and in all honesty, the main aspect of his life, the core. It's the very thing he revels in, what he loves, and what he couldn't live without. Order, the very bane of his existence, is one of the few things he hates. People telling him what he should and should not do. Darius does not think conventionally; His main priority is to have fun, over all, and once that's done, nothing matters. Darius is never one to think with his brain, which in his mind is a vastly overrated organ, but rather with his heart'. He does what it tells him too, without questions asked, no matter how off the wall it may be.

Being the youngest child out of the R'leyon family, this might come off as the typical kid brother stupidity influenced by his siblings, but his ideas of fun were formed all on his own; His sister too busy hating the world and his brother too busy looking at them with envy welling up inside him to be happy, so he took it upon himself to be happy for all of them. Not an ounce of this is fake, every bit of happiness genuine, and the boy is glad to display his emotions for everyone to see.

His morals, boundaries, are little to none' With an intense attachment to his family starting from birth, he found that everyone he loved was simply too busy to spend time with him; Mommy and daddy were working constantly in the affairs of Niendra, meanwhile his older brother simply didn't like them, This only left Cynessa, his sister with a sense of humor darker than pitch and a morbid outlook on things, coupled with an overall hatred of the world. His siblings, he looked up to them and their extraordinary abilities, Cynessa moreso. Not only did they influence his own powers (which are very powerful, especially given his age), but his personality; Once again, Cynessa entirely, as the older brother secretly hated him, yet envied him all the same. He never learned right from wrong; While his sister knew which from which and decided to work proactively towards a darker path, Darius simply didn't care, content in his owl little world where there was no black and white, no yin and yang, but merely shades of grey. Righteousness was with him, whilst sinful activities tempted him so, and he indulged. In his world, there was nothing wrong with rape, violence, death. It was funny. Everything was a joke.

Finally, Darius is a very trusting person; No matter what, no matter who you may be or what you may have done, he always sees the best in people. This fact is certainly helped by his lack of morality, a concept that is still alien to him and he has trouble learning. But this has made him very trusting, naive even; So quick to believe the ones he loves, that it often comes back to bite him in the ass. A bad quality when you have a family full of supernatural liars.

F A M I L Y
--____ ____ R'LEYON, FATHER, THIRTY-NINE
--____ ____ R'LEYON, MOTHER, THIRTY-EIGHT
--____ ____ R'LEYON, BROTHER, NINETEEN
--CYNESSA DAYHLIA R'LEYON, SISTER, EIGHTEEN
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Aislein, Niendra North
H I S T O R Y
Ever since Darius could talk, he had taken pride in the fact that he, unlike many others, was a product of tru love, rather than a one night stand and a broken condom, or an attempt to fix a marriage that was too broken to be mended. The duchess loved him, no matter his class, and together they ruled over the lands. Strange, that even such harsh elements like water and ice could find love in spite of it all.

The youngest of three children, he has all the reason to be happy as he is. Though his parents would claim otherwise, Darius knew he was spoiled rotten to the core. Everything he wanted, which was pretty much every other thing he saw, was bought for him. Not content to be either a momma's boy or a chip off the old block, he took no favorites, loving his mother and father equally. As long as they kept him in a steady shower of gifts as to appease his mind, which never stayed on one subject for two long. An adventurous little tyke, he was never content to sit in one place for long before getting bored; Neither was he content with the toys he got for too long, and his 'favorite foods' seemed to rotate week by week depending on how much trouble it would take for them to make. Even as a child, he somewhat took joy out of knowing he was stressing people out. A simple trick.

Perhaps Darius was some soprt of 'retry', a test to see what exactly the R'leyons had done wrong with their first children, why they were so very serious. Whatever the reason was, they were undoubtedly less strict on the boy than they were to his older siblings. Discipline was a rare thing, even if he was a bit of a torublemaker, and morals were little to none; They taught him nothing, and he stayed laid back, happy, carefree, in sharp contrast to his sister and brother, who had an almost military like determination to please them and gain victory, through lies and whatever it takes. Perhaps it was because he was cute; That's not to say he isn't now, and he's still very much considered the 'baby' of the family even at 15.

Baby he is not, however. As he grew older, his powers grew stronger; They had manifested at a relatively young age, as his mother found him in the family garden, giggling as he was surrounded by dead plants and small toads that lay unmoving, ice crystals formed tightly around it's clammy flesh. Ice was the first element to manifest itself. As he grew older, it seemed as if he was on his own, his life sent off the train tracks of life to find whatever path he could. The cuteness, in a way, had worn off as Mommy and Daddy got busier and morepreoccupied in their work, and plotting. Always so gullible, he could never see that they were plotting the royal family's downfall, nor could he care. Instead, he seeked out a sibling; His brother was a cold hearted monster filled with envy and nothing but the desire to please his parents, whilst his sister had a darkness about her, a wickedness that could not be shaken, even if the good part of her was down there somehting. He knew it'd be the smart thing to do to go with his brother, to become a real man, but he decided to tag along with Cynessa for awhile, and things haven't changed since.

He'll follow anything Cynessa says nowadays, if she asks him to jumpoff a bridge, he gladly would. However, she's got a plan,a wicked one in her head that she wnats to drga him into. Finishing the mage shcool at the age of 11, Cynessa is already seps ahead and now awaits her siblings. Now that he's starting shcool, he wonders if it's the best idea to blindly follow Cynessa any longer.

C O D E . W O R D wyeshing.
S A M P L E . P O S T
A cough escaped Acario's throat, as he huffed in more and more smog as time went on. The air there had a hot, stagnant feel to it; The factories above shamelessly polluting everyone's breathing space and leaving the mortals down below utterly helpless.Words couldn't even describe his hatred for the people who worked up in there, mainly because he didn't have the sufficient oxygen to think them up. Anopther cough escaped him as his eyes watered, dirty air swirling into his lungs with great glee. He wondered how they could care so little. But that wasn't why he was here, just to complain about the many things that were wrong in this world.

He had came here simply because he had gotten in a bit too much trouble in his original home; He was low on supplies, and had nothing to carry them in, so he simply stole stuff as needed. If he could pay for it, he would, but it simply wasn never an option to the papuper boy. He had no choice, and he had never known any other way. Begging a stealing were the only ways for him to survive, and the latter usually ended with him having a glob of spit in his face rather than a measley Gopif, especially the fucking royals who he knew had more than a few to spare. Atcually, most of the royals wouldn't even be seen conversing with him, on the rare occasion they were walking amongst regular people anyways. The ones thta did were usually accompanied by guards, who quickly ahd their boots slamming inot his guts at the first sign of danger, the simplest wave of a hand able to set them off. He could fight to the best of his ability, sure, but his skeletal system simply did not allow him to be the monstrous mass of muscle the guards always seemed to be, and in the end fighting back proved futile; At best, he'd simply come back with a black eye and a busted lip, and blood aplenty. At worst, well, it'st simpler to say that he isn't the prettiest sight at worst. So, in some ways, it didn't make sense to go to Daethil, a polluted, dirty city with a watchful eye kept on it by the authority. But seeing how it was now, he was sure he was just passing through.

Another coughing fit seized hold of Acario, rough, sharp sounds erupting through his bouncing ribcage, as his hadn rushed to clasp ove rhis mouth. The oxygen here was bad enough, and it certainly didn't need his germs clouding it even more. Powerful coughs, they were, as he fell to his knees, mainly to look down at his pet wolf who was in an uproar, poor thing scared to death as to what was going on. He struggled to stop to console his animal, who was whimpering, the air obviously affecting him jsut as well. His hand ran across his fur, in what would be considered a malicious gesture by anyone else, but he knew this animal better than it knew itself, and vice versa. Finally stopping, he said through a rapsy voice and bloodshot green eyes, "Dear Nero, we need to get out of here, don't we Cu?", he said affectionately, and hand running through the wolf's ivory fur. 'Cu' was merely short for 'Cu Sith', undoubtedly a strange name at first, owing to the reason he had got the canine in the first place, to protect him against savage stabbings in the middle of the night, which were often jsut for the hell of it. Cu Sith was the name of an old Carthonian legend, a death omen in the form of a black hound, but if one were to get to knwo the wolf, this couldn't be farther form the truth. It's tongue hung out, as it panted, and Acario let out a laugh, glad Cu had more enthusiasm than he did.

His eyes held desperation as he spun around, trying to spy through the dense smoke a suitable means of escape. His dog said the same. His eyes lit up, as he saw a black figure in the smog, perceiving it as a door of some kind, and he was off running, not even taking in the fact that his 'door' was moving and had arms and legs. As he charged towards it, he tackled the figure down, slamming them both into the hard ground. He gulped, as Cu Sith sat there snarling, ready to leap up and shred the living obstacle's flesh into bloody ribbons with the mere wipe of the paw. Though the bo0dy was hard, almsot muscular, he could not identify through the heavy clothing whether it was a masculine one or feminine. "I-I'm so sorry...", he said, as he quickly peeled himself off the victim, backing up into Cu Sith as he comforted him with a warm hand. He waited for the much-deserved beating he was about to get, his fists ready just in case.