Darien was always looking around, as he walked down the street his shaved head with the tattoo of a grinning skull on it bobbed to his music.  Despite looking like he was a college freshman he was at least a century older that that, but his lineage was what made him so much more than boring.  His arms were covered in tattoo's as well, he was a Brujah who loved nothing more than just having fun and living his life without it being boring.  Taking a can of spray paint he started to tag a wall with his mark when he noticed her.<br/><br/>Stopping half way he headed over and grinned, making a fool of himself in the process.  "SO what brings you this way at this hour, doncha know this this is dangerous territory.  Just some friendly advice, some of the people around her don't like strangers."  He said as he kept grinning and put the can away.  He looked no older than nineteen, but he really was almost two centuries old.