Darius Tyson

*Son of the Norse God of War*

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 War does not determine who is right--
only who is left.

— Bertrand Russell

Darius Tyson is a young man of about twenty years of age who has recently returned home from a few years of hard living in the battles of his family (the Aesir). Because of that time away, he might be considered a bit of a mystery to some, but he is certain to be a familiar face to others.

## Personality

It might seem counter-intuitive given his history, and his bizarre summers spent training with creatures of all sorts in the art of war, or the fact that he hasn't even really been a full human. But Darius is a pretty normal guy. He likes playing video games, going on dates, and making friends. He isn't that strange. Things only get strange when he needs to fight, which tends to call to some innate fascination for battle. Then there's the whole love for mead, which he hasn't discovered yet, but he's eventually going to discover that he loves getting drunk on mead.

Following the events of the past few years he's more in touch with the mead thing, and he is a bit less childish about his fascination with war. He appreciates it and its art, but is less intrigued by the prospect of having to join in the battle himself.

## SIGNATURE ABILITY

### The Spark

When Darius' deepest, bloodiest anger is roused or his nascent godhood is threatened, his powers tend to increase dramatically as he awakens his inner potential to become a full-fledged deity. As a potential future god of war, his spark tends to take the shape of dramatically increased physical capabilities, an innate sense for the flow of battle, and the ability to manifest weapons of nearly limitless designs at whim. In a greater capacity it grants him temporary power over recently fallen warriors, allowing him to pull them back from the brink of death, and to instill in them greater fighting spirit.

As his power grows over time and he nears his ascension the ease with which he will slip into his godhood will increase, as will the time it lasts. But at present, it requires that his blood has been recently spilled, that his anger is roused, and the cause is just--at which point the power will stay awakened for about a minute.

## SKILLS

Darius is a high school student, he can tell you basics about the states, history, arithmetic and English. He even has a basic understanding of French!

Darius is a great natural athlete, deprived of his heritage he'd still be quite capable of most any track and field event, and likely a few others aside.

Trained since he was old enough to walk, Darius has spent nearly every summer with his father's greatest warriors and sometimes even his father himself. Trained since a young age, he has a superlative ability that outclasses even most serious students of battle.

Darius has the "lore basics" from his father's more wizened warriors, and their education has let him get a basic gist of the world around him. In particular: weaknesses and how to fight things.

Darius is a skilled guitarist, the only instrument he can play, but he plays it well.

## CASTING

Study the past few months has taught Darius a great deal about the various runes and their uses. Runes for warding, enchantment and other basic improvements, but he still has a long way to go.

## POWERS

Darius has agility several times that of a mortal, allowing him to catch arrows with moderate effort or dodge bullets with a bit of luck. This also allows for visibly enhanced running speed and reflexes, dozens of times that of an ordinary human.

Darius has the strength of a young god. "Physical strength sufficient to bend and twist metal girders, smash through armored doors or stone walls, and break through a bank vault with sustained moderate effort." His strength is superlative, and his chief asset.

Darius has the resilience and regenerative abilities of a god. He is utterly immune to anything short of the heaviest of weaponry, and regenerates even that damage very swiftly.

In a straightaway, when he pushes himself, Darius can run fast enough to rival even very fast motor vehicles. He isn't built for it, like some creatures, it's more or less relying on raw brute strength to do it, so he corners like a semi-truck.

Thanks to his father's war domain. Short range, but acute. Darius can sense weapons, their model, their potency, and any sort of adjustments that have been made to them flawlessly. "The guy behind you has a .45 with silver tipped ammo and a suppressor, by the way." This power only works within about thirty feet, unless the weapon is pointed at him. If a sniper points a rifle at him from across town, his Spidey-Sense will tingle.

## ADVANTAGES

A shitty car is better than no car, and recently returned from war Darius is stuck driving the same car he left behind when he went off. A 1998 Honda Accord in bright red. Very stylish.

He rarely sees the guy, even during his time away from Beacn Hills, but the Aesir are out there.

Tyr doesn't send his son a new iPod for his birthday, he sends him claymore mines and a gurkha knife! Thanks dad. This translates to a small armory that has accrued in Darius' closet over the years. Shortly before his eighteenth birthday he'd had enough of the boy's treatment of the tools of his trade and finally arranged having a proper gunsafe installed. It has been largely unused in the past few years, since he left most of his tools behind.

## WEAKNESSES

Following the past few years, what could have once been called "blood lust," has been replaced with a sort of trance that tends to settle over Darius once he has become immersed in battle. Reacting on instinct and the tiniest of changes around him, tends to have the benefit of making him better at fighting at the expense of making him jumpy, and once he starts fighting he has a hard time stopping until every opponent is incapacitated in some way or another.

His father has a whole code of honor that stems from a time when Vikings ruled their little part of the world, Darius has none of that, but he does have a code of his own. He doesn't kick someone when they're down, he doesn't stab an enemy in the back, and he never leaves a wounded friend behind. (Not that he has had many incidents of the latter in his young life.)

He has an aversion to it like many supernatural creatures, and it is often a sufficient barrier to keep him from going someplace. But with significant effort he can break through such a barrier.

Born in Minneapolis Minnesota, Darius is the son of Amelia Crane, an orthodontist, and Tyr Odinsson, the Norse god of war. His mother is, and always has been, a fantastically beautiful woman, and so it has never really confused the young boy as to why his mother was chosen, but he has also never asked either. She also happens to be a bit of a badass in her own way, but in that fiery mom clich way, not in the same, "I bathed in the blood of a hundred felled giants last night," sort of way.

Growing up, life alternated between normal and the surreal. The school years were normal kid stuff. He was an average student, an exceptional athlete, even before his power fully started to awaken, and he never wanted for anything. His mother made enough money to support them both, and she never pursued other men.

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He never asked his mother about the pursuit of men, either, but he strongly suspects it's because it'd be hard to beat the last guy. He doesn't like to think about that though, because "Ew."

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But he also suspects that she's sort of lonely. Anyway, the school years were normal. His summers however were utter hell, but the best kind of hell. Every summer a group of nigh immortal soldiers would show up at his door, without any pomp or circumstance, just roll up a few weeks after school had ended and away they'd go. Always to someplace different. Some new environment would always be a part of the training. He was never taught to survive on mushrooms or to track an enemy. It was entirely about fighting. Fighting monsters, fighting people, fighting wizards, fighting inclement weather. As long as he was fighting something, and surviving, his father's nebulous aims were achieved. The men who surrounded him, the nigh immortal, they said very little, just trained, and he was there for their training.

Before his awakening, he'd already discovered a bit of a genetic knack for battle, but when his power fully blossomed, he realized that every instinct was just a prelude. It was all part of some much bigger package that only really started to open on his twelfth birthday. Over time, his strength grew, he grew more resilient, and his natural agility became more acute. Once his powers had awakened, his father stopped leaving it to the subordinates to train him, and he started joining in the training. Sparring with his father was always worse than the worse he would deal with the entire rest of the summer, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was like fighting a hurricane with an umbrella.

Needless to say, when he came back from these summers in hell, he would have to try to be normal again. That was hard. Last year, nobody showed up, nor this year. He isn't sure why, but according to some basic research, he thinks its because he is now technically a man in the Norse tradition. His father has prepared him and sent him out into the world.

A few months ago, his mom got a new job, and is opening a new practice in Beacon Hills, and though Darius is in his senior year, and he's old enough to live on his own, he didn't want to have to hold down a job just so he could finish school in Minneapolis. He had friends enough, but his strange summer disappearances and strong attempts at avoiding any sort of conflict had always set him apart.

That was THEN..

Three years ago, Darius was called. Not in the sense of a phone call, he was summoned by a gaggle of Valkyrie who showed up one day and said, "We need you to come with us." Within a week he was on the front line of some conflict, and then another as his father put him to work. He'd come of age and had been called to fulfill his duties for a time. To show what he had learned and prove his place in the hierarchy of the family, to flirt with greatness for a time.

Most of the time, he had no idea where he was. He was simply attached to veteran units of ancient warriors created from stone and dirt, or following a Valkyrie, or occasionally his father. Not even as time went was he trusted with command. It wasn't his duty. Perhaps because he was not that sort of warrior, or perhaps because he had to earn those stripes.

Over time, he met many people, slept around, had fun when he could, met interesting people-- went to foreign lands and killed people. Fought in wars on earth and elsewhere, in other realms.

Bathed in blood, he fought and he fought.

And then it was done. His father brought him into the command tend and simply said, "Resume your life my son," the son part was important, though Darius barely knew it. It was acceptance. He'd done 'good.' "I will call upon you again in time, but for now, you have earned the chance to make your own name. Resume where you left off, fight the fights worth having, and perhaps a few not."

And so he returns..

To his friends, the hunters, the Slayers, the pack, the witches and the hundred others who bump. To kill that which doesn't belong, or at least scare it away.

Logs featuring Darius Tyson:

* 2019.01.22 - The Council of the Vale
* 2019.01.26 - Through the Eye of the Needle
* 2019.01.29 - The Newborn Army
* 2019.02.10 - Into the Mists
* 2019.02.23 - Cutscene: Into the Black Lodge--War Questioned
* 2019.02.27 - The End of the Apocalypse