Name: Darius<br/>Location: Camp Half Blood: Lunch Room<br/>Attire:Black tee shirt+Black Jacket and Jeans<br/>Weapons: Stygian Iron Sword given to him by presumably his father.<br/>Appearance:<br/>Tagging: None<br/>---------------<br/>---------------<br/><br/>He stared at Dietrick for a minute or two blankly before nodding.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ah, what the hell."</span>he whispered to himself before nodding to him. "I don't know if you have noticed but I am always pissed off about something. At that moment, I was pissed off at the fact that I have been denied another quest... so far, each one has been denied, and I am starting to think it is because of who my dear old daddy is. You should be lucky you don't have the god of death, souls and the underworld as your father I mean, come on. It must be pretty bad ass to be able to breath underwater right?" he re gripped his swords hilt, not used to conversation. "You can breath under water, right? I am not just imagining things. You are son to Poseidon."