Darius
Premier jour
Se reposant la tête dans la main sur la table, il attendait une réponse de l'un d'entre eux, mais il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour lui pour obtenir la réponse de personne d'autre que leur résident temporéen, Connor. Quand Connor s'est tenu pour souligner son sérieux, une lueur d'excitation est entrée dans les yeux de Darius. Avec un clin d'œil, il se tenait à sa pleine hauteur érigée marchait autour de la table.
"Alors allons-y mon pote. On a peut-être besoin d'un guérisseur. Laura? Pouvez-vous venir avec nous s'il vous plaît? Amelia, tu viens?" Il l'a regardée avec un sourire léger alors qu'il sortait de la pièce, attendant que Connor soit remorqué.
"Placez des paris si vous voulez des gars!" Darius cria de nouveau au reste d'entre eux alors qu'il tourna le coin de la cuisine vers l'installation d'entraînement, mais d'abord une fosse s'arrêta à sa chambre pour saisir ses affaires. Quelques minutes se passèrent avant de rentrer dans le couloir, ornant dans son armure et sur son dos, la lame qu'il surnomma le Crucible. Darius roula les épaules, se fractura le cou et continua vers l'installation d'entraînement.

L'installation d'entraînement était assez grande, capable d'occuper une quantité décente de chevaliers et semblait capable d'adapter les changements de terrain à tout entraînement nécessaire. Dans ce cas, son champ ouvert suffirait. Alors qu'il entrait, il se dirigeait vers un côté de l'arène et attendait que Connor s'installe. Il y avait quelques chevaliers dans la pièce qui les observaient. Ils n'ont pas beaucoup réfléchi à Darius ou à son arme, car l'ancien groupe a vu beaucoup de grandes armes, mais ce n'était pas pour dire qu'ils étaient assez intéressés par la façon dont l'un des greenhorns avait réussi à gagner la force de manier quelque chose d'aussi grand et la façon dont il tenait par la poignée n'a contribué à piquer leur intérêt, ancien entraînement d'une sorte qu'ils pensaient. En l'état, Darius attendait actuellement que Connor s'installe.
"Chaque fois que tu es prêt."
Name:
Darius "Guts" Phoenix
Age:
29
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'7"
Weight:
260lbs
Appearance Description:
He is quite a bulky man, standing roughly 6'7"-6'8" at a hefty 260lbs of refined and bulky muscle thanks to his hard years of dedication to the hammer class and to the sword. He has built up a violent canvas of scars on his body thanks to his experience. His hair is short and unkempt, allowing for a few wild strands to fall just onto his forehead and is complemented with an always present 5 o'clock shadow. One does not need to think he winks all the time but rather his eye remains closed permanently thanks to one of his battles that happened about a year ago, resulting in the loss of his right eye. He is hoping that someone has a device or some magic to fix that.
Personality:
Raised by Father Arthur Kilburn, a high ranking Chroma Knight and head priest of the Church of the Divine Wing, his morals and values were deeply drilled into him as a small boy. Respect the elderly, be honest and true in every action, hold God above all and most importantly, protect the ones who cannot protect themselves. He has, for a long time, held true to these beliefs even if the odds are not in his favor and death is imminent but will always go out with a smile on his face. Darius does not expect to be friends with everyone but he does try to be friendly with everyone, willing to lend a hand to those in need.
He does not shy from the fight nor does he hold back, another thing that Kilburn drilled into him as a young boy. Darius has taken this to heart, so much so that many other knights claim he has an iron will, an iron will that has nearly gotten him killed many times if it wasn't for his luck and fighting prowess. In combat, he tries to stay aware of what is happening, not only watching his own back but the backs of his brothers and sisters of war, ready to provide aggressive support if needed. Going back to his iron will, it has saved him countless times but always in the form of a deadly gambit, testing the boundaries of death's scythe at every swing, cut, slash and jab. He is quick on his feet and has become a master of the Hammer Class, relying on heavy and powerful hits to do most of the damage.
History:
Long ago, a baby was left by a couple on a rainy afternoon outside of the Church of the Divine Wing. The baby was fortunate, having that the father of the Church was currently residing inside near the alter. When the knock on the door echoed through the place, he was surprised to see a baby wrapped in cloth at his doorstep and quickly brought him inside. The father of the church, Arthur Kilburn, was a retired Chrome Knight with years of experience on his belt. This small, beautiful yet fragile infant boy, would soon join the famous and powerful Chroma Knights. The boy, who father had named Darius after his own master, began learning and training in both the Church of the Divine Wing and as a Squire, God and Sword would become one with this boy overtime. Simple teachings of the sword, armor and combat were taught alongside the values of old. Overtime Darius would see both as one, changing him from a simple squire to a soldier of the light. However, the story ahead will not be of his long, rough years in the Chroma Knights but rather, the beginning stages of his journey. A point in time where Chroma Knights were scarce, and those able to past the test even less so.
Class:
Gamboge Hammer
Combat Outfit:


Casual Outfit:

Minus the jacket, he is usually seen wearing a dark brown vest and tie, complemented by a white button-up, collared shirt, brown dress pants and freshly shined brown dress shoes outside of his bar that he works at. If not he can also be seen in worn out looking boots, cargo pants and a t-shirt.