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/>God Parent: Hades<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120118173322/deadliestfiction/images/thumb/3/3a/Stormbringer_replica.png/165px-Stormbringer_replica.png">[ img ]</a><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/a2/c9/27/a2c9278769818a37b4f474d730348632.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>(The best I could find and not quite what I had in mind but it will have to do.) His eyes are sapphire blue like the gems on his sword and hair the color of the blade, is also about six foot one inches in height.<br/>Tagging: None<br/>---------------<br/>---------------<br/><br/>Overhearing Lydia and her so called friends, he was even more mad about the affect she had on people and he was proud to say he was one of the ones who did not give a bull that she was a goddess and hoped she could sense him looking at her in a way that was like burning daggers. He did not know what it was, but he did not believe she truly cared about that girl... was probably just trying to take the credit for doing something good for people to have a better opinion of her. Darius did not know why, but that is what he believed, and he would tell himself to not forget it.<br/><br/>He was also not in the mood to be talking to Dietrick right now, even though he liked to talk to people and never got the chance to. "Would you be saying that if it was you who got tripped?" he asked in response to what he first had said. He loosened his hand on the grip of his weapon in an attempt to calm himself down. "I guess I am just still worked up about this whole quest thing. Like I said, I am always angry about something." His eyes followed the girl until she got out of the lunch hall, then turned to Dietrick. His eyebrow raising in skepticism as he noted how he was stood atop the table beside him. "You really are something else Dietrick" he glanced back to the rest of everyone else before he left the lunch room, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration and sword in hand. Not even saying a word as he let the breeze cool his face.<br/><br/>"I need to get out of this place" he said, heading for the training grounds again and seeing they had already replaced the dummies. He smiled softly, ready to engage in one of his favorite pass times before his smile faltered and he stabbed his sword into the ground for a minute. Taking his Black Jacket off and tossing it softly to the ground before he ripped his sword out of the ground with his right hand, pointing it at the dummies. He did not look like much with the jacket on, but when it was off you could definitely tell he spent the most of his time at the training grounds that he can, or asking for quests and hanging out in the Hades 'cabin' which was not much like a cabin then more so a scary type of temple. He charged the dummies in a calculated fashion. Even if these were not real enemies, he treated them as so. Taking off the heads of two with one sweep before smashing another with the flat of the blade then spinning himself to the side and stabbing it in the chest with the end, then slicing to the right. The dummy collapsing to the side as it feel beneath it's own weight. It was at times like this that he wished for a real battle but knew that he was too frustrated by it all to think rationally about it all and unlike most people. Training and fighting was the way he cleared his head.