Name: Darius<br/>Location: Camp Half Blood<br/>Attire:Black tee shirt+Black Jacket and Jeans<br/>Weapons: Stygian Iron Sword given to him by presumably his father.<br/>Appearance: Will post. (Finding one now)<br/>Tagging: None<br/>---------------<br/>---------------<br/><br/>Darius was outside at the training grounds. Swinging his sword and stabbing at the dummies with a ferocity his trainers say he needs to control. Though he knows they are just afraid he will turn on them if he father does something again against the other gods that requires Darius to do something ridiculous. His arm fixed to the right, stabbing a dummy clean where the neck of a human would be and slicing to the right, cleaving off the head of another dummy before he sheathed his weapon. Then walked to the eating area. Using the hem of his shirt to wiped the sweat off his forehead before he sat at a table alone. Sometimes, it sucked being the only child of Hades, but if he did have a brother or sister he would have to put up with having a sibling. He really did not want that, so he supposed this was the best solution.<br/><br/>He did not really eat much, maybe a strawberry or two but overall just sat there with the others and waited for the day to start.<br/><br/>He spotted the goddess walk in, and his skin began to crawl. She thought she could get anything she wanted at anytime, but one thing she would never have was true friends unless she made a change, he supposed he would never have true friends either, being the son of the god of the underworld kind of drove people away. Though at least he got a cool sword out of the ordeal.