Darius Martinez

Born in San Francisco in the 80's, Darius was from the moment of his birth, born around sickness. His father died from cancer only a year after his birth and his mother died only three months after that from a drug overdose. Left to his maternal grandparents, Darius was raised around the hills away from the city. His grandmother Florence was an old school teacher and felt homeschooling would be much better than being around the temptation of peer pressures. This upbringing only made Darius want to learn more about other people all the more. However, at the young age of 14, Darius started to have dreams that wouldn't end once he woke up and sometimes there would be faces that would watch him. He knew if he mentioned anything, his grandmother would accuse him of drugs so he kept it secret until he graduated High School and set off on his own, making his way into Santa Clara University for Sociology, his breakdown came when he took his first real test around other students, he could see some people on fire but weren't moving. This led to his first visit to the Psych Ward and diagnosed with Schizophrenia. Due to this, he changed his major to Abnormal Psychology and began his path to be a therapist. After some time and fighting the rumors of drug abuse, Darius decided to leave the Bay Area and the last time his grandmother saw him, she only asked him to save as many children from the life I had and still have.

He arrived in Los Angeles and got a position at Gateways Hospital and Mental Health Center as an example of someone with mental health issues and still managing to make a contribution to society, only because of this, he caught the attention of a certain patient. Michael, a patient that had Heliophobia would only meet a therapist after light. During one of his night rounds as a therapist, Darius met Michael and it would be the last time Darius would breath as a mortal. Michael embraced his new Childe and after a strange transition, the faces seemed to calm into focus, the strange visions around people were settled into colors and dimensions that felt unnaturally welcome. The only medication Darius needed now was an orally administered transfusion of blood. Michael taught him the ways of the masquerade but Darius could not help but seek more answers and his colleague Adam, a Noc-Shift phlebotomist would turn an eye away for experiments needing blood bags, even though Adam never asked, he is beginning to suspect that Darius might be in some sort of Satanic Cult or something by asking, "Some more Fruit Punch for Satan?" When handing over a bag or two.

Michael allowed Darius to have a ghoul in order for him to help cope with his more refined mental anguish and so Darius chose Emily, a former patient that suffers from sporadic Manic Hysteria. In some sort of sick joke of his, Darius has begun to wear a refashioned restraint jacket over his normal clothes, much to his superiors' dismay, they can't argue his results and so they let him get away with a "security blanket" even as strange as it is.

Even though Darius gets fresh blood from Adam, he feels a great deal of guilt that might get his friend in trouble, he started to look elsewhere for his supply and found David. A questionable med-student that deals in cash and is contacted by a changing number through burner phones. This unlife isn't the one he thought he would live, but Darius is making it work. One transfusion at a time.