#darius lier

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Darius' Contacts

Tajur Jaing || Mentor || Buir

When the Heraldies and I were shot down, I lost everything: my life, my family, my people, the Videre, I was left... empty. Adrift. Spiraling in a typhoon without anchor or safe harbor. I was... dead, I think. Or as dead as I could be to what I knew. I tried to find my way, the way Clar'Proviidor would have me walk... and I found the Watch. Through them, I found the Way and the one to teach it to me. I thank the universe every day for it. — Tajur Jaing, a Mandalorian of the Old World as I would call it. I learned what it meant to be a Mandalorian, to be born with a new soul. I became a Mandalorian under his care, his son. I had a family now, a clan, a tribe. I wasn't alone, but more than that, even if I was ever alone, so long as there is one Mandalorian who knows and follows the Resol'nare, there will always be more of us. Tajur's from the old Republic too. His father was one of those who helped train the Clone Troopers, now he trains me in those ways too. It's hard - Esverrans like me aren't adept in warfare like this, but I'll make my way through it. I'll do him proud. — I'm still learning, but from hearing and reading about the old stories, the wars, alliances, and sheer repute of what my new people once were, I'm almost angry when I see pretenders disgracing the proud name of our people. Vizla has some things to say on that, though if Tajur can stand me and my blunders, I should probably allow the pretenders theirs. And I dare anyone to tell Tajur' he's not Mandalorian. I'll even cash in on those bets with their armor.

Mathafew Farthen Jaing || Adopted Son || menace

— This child is a menace. But he's my menace. The only other Esverran I've seen since Esverr's fall, and he's a feral wild child believing everything is out to get him and adamant about striking first. I don't know where he came from, only that he had purge troopers for handlers. Probably Inquisitor bait - just like imps to kill and torture kids... He's got eyes of a Truman but... He's just a kid... He should be with his parents or home on Esverr... and his eyes... he's only apprentice age, not nearly old enough for his final scourging before becoming a Trueman. But here he is, trapped with abilities he doesn't know how to control and force powers I can't even comprehend! But I have to try—I have to help him. As the only Videre around, I have to train him to take hold of his abilities and use them for good and not against other people. Truemen are powerful. I remember my foster uncle Sebastipol, his cool level gaze, and how he was able to press his calm on me when I would lose my temper to hurt or anger. He was good at that. Maybe... Maybe I can help Mathafew the way Uncle Seb helped me? I can only hope. Besides, a kid needs a dad, right? And I don't see anyone else stepping up to the plate.

Markathew Farthen || Mentor || Adopted Grandfather

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Baribus Thatch || Father || Scourman Videre

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Sebastipol || adopted uncle || Trueman Videre

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Viscountess Lavinia Heraldy || Former employer

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Ziv || Good Friend || Traveling Medic

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Soren/Theo || Good Friend || Pilot

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ABOUT DARIUS || STATS

▍ RL Face claim:  N/A ▍ Name:  Darius Thatch Lieur Jiang ▍ Age:  28-32 ▍ Gender:  Male ▍ Race:  ¼ Native Esverran, ¾ Colonial Esverran ▍ Nationality:  Esverran ▍ Religion:  Mandalorian, Formerly Clar'Viidor (the faith of the native Esverran) ▍ Occupation:  Asset Protection/Bounty Hunter ▍ Birthday:  July 8'th   ▍ Sun Sign:  Cancer ▍ Birth Place:  Cur'Tudor, Esverr ▍ Residence: N/A ▍ Family: - Biological: Baribus Thatch (Father) || Vienna Glade Thatch (Mother) Greor Thatch (Older Brother) || Mirana Legosio Thatch (sister in law) || Casor Thatch (Nephew) Ordan Thatch (Eldest Brother) || Claramin Leuran Thatch (Eldest Sister-In-law) || Benden Thatch (Nephew) || Claramin Elonsia Thatch (Niece) - Mandalorian: Tajur Jiang (Buir/Clan head), Mathafew Farthen Jiang (Son, adopted), Nosey (Strill, adopted) ▍ Marital Status: Single. ▍ Orientation: Demisexual ▍ Alignment:  Neutral // Neutral Good ▍ Battle Music:  n/a

L O O K S

▍ Height:  6'1" ▍ Weight:  — ▍ Body type:  Tall, athletic ▍ Eye color:  (Videre) gold (iris), fir-tree green (sclera) / (Dur'thumbrian/dark side Videre) silver (iris), black (sclera) / (Veilman/healed) silver (iris), midnight blue (sclera) ▍ Hair color:  black ▍ Ethnicity:  Caucasian/Native ▍ Body reference: Zack Fair (FFVII: Crisis Core)

A B I L I T I E S

▍ Supernatural abilities? y/n:  Yes ▍ Ability Type:  Physical Augmentation / Force Sensitivity ▍ Unique/unusual abilities: Supernatural Sight— can see in the dark, through ½ in. organic materials, see far distances, notices sharper details, sense living beings around him ▍ Fighting Style: Jujitsu, military melee training, sniper shots ▍ Preferred Weapon: DE-10 blaster pistol ▍ Inventory: DE-10 blaster pistol, Dur-24 wrist laser, Verpine Sniper Rifle, vibro blade, wrist flame thrower.

A P P E A R A N C E

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What Does Your Blood Taste Like? Your Result: Melted dark chocolate: your blood tastes like melted dark chocolate. prominent flavors: mildly sweet, with a refined amount of bitterness.

Darius canted his head slightly in an exaggerated way that indicated a raised eyebrow. Looking at how he was, the flavor seemed to encompass not only him but his entire life. A life of bittersweet.

"Not a bad analysis," he said, setting the datapad down with a chuckle. "Not sure about the chocolate part, but I think bittersweet suits me just fine."

Tagged By: @irrfahrer Tagging: @mantleoflight @red-flight @ everyone who sees this! :D

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//Catch me thinking about @irrfahrer’s Inquisitor!Ziv, the x-wing series I’ve been listening to, and the idea of Ziv bringing Darius to Director Isard for “recruiting” on the Lusankya.

//Catch me thinking about his partial wash-out of the program and escape with Tycho Celchu.

//And then the idea of an imperial agent activating his “programming” during the trial of Tycho Celchu because Coruscant is where all the leadership will be.

//Poor Darius—if Pence ( @sundanceofapache ) hadn’t managed to untangle a good portion of the conditioning he got (via discord rp) Darius may well have been a wicked tool in the Empire’s hands.

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Darius you sound like a very lonely man, I think you need to get out more

Darius looked over at the grey and shook his head. "I get out plenty," he grunted, sorting out his daily supply pack. "Whether I'm working around that time is a whole different manner."

He paused and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Unfortunately, it seemed he was always working. He lived and breathed his work. And his current job... well, his current job wasn't going to do him any favors.

He should've said no. He should've shot the guy down then and there. But he'd said yes. Why had he said yes? Home... he wanted to go home... But what was that going to cost him.

"Back to your uh, insightful assessment though," Darius said shaking the thoughts from his head. "I don't think getting out more is going to fix the 'seeming lonely' bit. Making friends isn't exactly my strong suit so it might just be something I need to work on later. Thanks for the concern though. It's appreciated."

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A jovial-looking man with eternally-young features is seated in the lounge of the Coruscant apartment building. He's got a certain stuffed Ewok toy in his hands and has been making it dance around on the low side table next to his chair. He looks up and smiles when he spies the armored figure enter. He turns the toy around in his hands and makes it wave at the Mandalorian. "So how do you make it through New Republic security like that?" He asks without preamble. "The rest of us all have to show off ID with our holos on it and only have pre-approved weapons. Here you are armed to the teeth and no face to match."

The man turned the stuffed Ewok again to face himself, "What d'you think, Kettch?" He asked it, "Think maybe they match up the scoring on his armor to a holo on his ID?"

Darius stared at the stuffed Ewok, the design identical to the one he'd found in the lounge and given to Mathafew. For a split second, the Mandalorian had the urge to shoot the man, knowing full well where he got it and where the man wasn't supposed to be. But self-control prevailed and he managed to hear the man name the little toy.

"I think they do take vocal prints along with other measures for security clearance," he said and paused, gazing down at the toy Ewok. "Is.. that your Ewok?"

@red-flight

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"Oh what is that; a little pup." from one moment to another the dead grass to Darius boots turned green and suddenly grasped for him like a million hands trying to climb, climb, climb and grasp, grasp, grasp. hat had been short before already wrapped around his knees and trying to cut, cut, cut. The inquisitor grinned, sharp teeth bared: "Almost smells just as the kriffing little pup that just had to run away like the unseemly, nasty little pup he is. I was looking for you." @irrfahrer

It had been almost a week since the massacre at the Cantina and Darius had kept running as far and quickly as he could to put distance between him and the bio-weapon of an Inquisitor chasing him. He'd thought about radioing his pilot but didn't dare bring him down where this Inquisitor could get him. No, he had to keep her away from Theo, and hopefully away from himself!

Fortune seemed to be on his side as he found what possibly might've been his ticket off-world: a small, backwater landing pad with vehicles that looked like they could at least get him to the next space-port. He marched forward and nearly stumbled as something caught on his boots.

Darius looked down and felt his stomach plummet. Green tendrils of grass were climbing, weaving around his boots and up his legs! Panic gripped him as he tried to wrench himself free. Then he heard it, the sinister purr of Tynnan sithspawn.

"Sithspit--" he swore and activated the flamethrower on his gauntlet to burn away the grass holding him captive before turning the flames toward the Inquisitor.

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Darius, when in the world did you work for Incom? Which ship of theirs is your favorite?

"I worked for them not long after I woke up after being shot down with the Heraldy familly. I'd been in bacta and woke up to find I'd been banished from my home. Esverrans are naturally force sensitive with all of us somehow connected to each other through Proviiden or the Force. The only time we're not is when we're banished and banishment is under paine of death. So... to keep myself going after losing everything, I signed on at Incom for a time as part of their security. Not exactly the best decision with their uh, unique relationship with the rebels. I was only there a few months, six I think, before I found the Armorer, and that had been by complete accident."

He gave a shrug. "Things turned though. I don't think my life right now is bad at all."

He paused at the second question and smiled. “If I’m honest, the Tri-Wing always had my fancy. But I think my pilot would panic and trade it off if I ever decided to get one. Something about it being lonely being the only person in a cargo ship.”