DARIUS ASHTON KHRYSAOR

DARIUS ASHTON KHRYSAOR Dec 13, 2011 18:18:18 GMT -5

Post by DARIUS ASHTON KHRYSAOR on Dec 13, 2011 18:18:18 GMT -5

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DARIUS ASHTON KHRYSAOR

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placing his hands in his pockets, darius stepped gracefully into the interview room. his bright sapphire eyes scanned the room, as his fingers lightly touched the spines of books. "good evening mad'am" he spoke formally, a dashing little smirk slipping onto his face. the male chose to stand in front of the dean, chin slightly raised, back straight and hands behind his back. he was a tall man, happily reaching his desired height of six foot, perhaps even surpassing this (he never was very good at measuring distance and height). his build was stocky - shoulders broad and muscles well developed, busting now, through a skin tight black shirt he had chosen to wear. it was the standard colours of a guard, plain and simple. he was built for this job. "my name is darius ashton khrysaor" again his tone was formal, as if he were addressing a superior officer. "applying for a guard position, ma'am" he only relaxed once, faltering when he flicked his short locks of hair. it was brown, slightly curly - a trait he had picked up from his mother undoubtedly. for a time, when it was slightly longer (shaggy almost, like a mini afro) he remembered attacking it with a straightener (he wasn't much for curls, he thought they looked childish).

darius still stood like a soldier, not even daring to look into the eyes of the dean - he was being obedient and respectful, something grossly out of his own character. his jaw was clenched, highlighting the muscle development even in his face. though they were slightly obscured by the stubble on his face - designer of course. darius was one of those types who prided themselves on looks (most people called them vain), therefore, off duty, he would take a phenomenal amount of time in ensuring that he looked his utmost. "twenty four ma'am, born on the eighteenth of february, nineteen eighty seven" the male played with the belt hook on his pants absentmindedly, his thoughts were clearly elsewhere, that fact highlighted by the smirk that slipped onto his face.

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the male faltered a little, brows knitting into a frown as he stood there in thought. this seems a little in depth. never in his life had he discussed his past; it was riddled with horrors, stories he would rather not repeat nor think of again. darius almost considered lying, or at least omitting his years spent in service for the army. "i come from your regular family" he stated simply, shrugging. that period in time, well, it was before the whole war business, his fights, his career. it was normal, like anyone else, he was the youngest of four. "i have three brothers" had he should have said, all things considered, the past tense still irked him greatly. "the eldest, hunter, well we never saw eye-to-eye" and still don't till this day. hunter had long since blamed darius for the death of his fiance and their two middle brothers, proclaiming that his behaviour was rash and immature - like the squabbling and mentality of a five year old. the boy bit his lip, eyes darkening and his head turning away from the dean. fighting to keep the memories from resurfacing. "i grew up in seattle" dodging the topic altogether and focusing upon his upbringing. he had liked it there, it was a peaceful city and their home was simply stunning. it was on the fringes of the city, three storey and moderately sized. "my father, keith was a doctor" he stated, smoothing out wrinkles in his shirt (that formal stance crumbling even more now as he relaxed). "so we were well off" well being the key term there. things sort of descended into anarchy in the khrysaor house when darius was eighteen. he was on the verge of leaving for the army (he had been accepted and begun his training) when a scandal hit their household. it devastated their mother, and of course, her sons. keith had long since worked in a mental asylum with dangerous patients. his aim was to cure them of their problems and rehabilitate them. he was gentle, kind and a good role model, only his work got the better of them when one of the patients let loose. he killed the male in cold blood and it shattered darius. "we.... lost him...." his voice came out a mutter as a hand ran through that short brown hair. "mum didn't take it well, she started to gamble" and drink, and shout....

"it didn't affect me as hard" and you said you werent going to lie, darius. in fact it probably hit him the most. darius had maintained a very close relationship with his father, keith, since his childhood. despite him being a very busy man, he still went out of his way to read to darius, (notably unlike his other children) and took the time to listen. he was proud of the young man - who was a reflection of his father, and one day dreamed to be a doctor like him. see his original appointment through the army was in medicine. he had wanted to get a kickstart to that career through the opportunities they were willing to give the young man. only that soon changed when keith was killed. he reassigned himself to the militia, training long and hard, from that scruffy kid he used to be, to the muscular giant he was now. his personality went through a chance as well. before, he was a delightful child, chivalrous, friendly and charismatic. in a way the still maintained these qualities, only now, he had moved more towards a whore. or well in his case a man whore. "i don't have a preference" he stated, eyebrows raised with a twinkle in those lightning blue eyes. "i found that out through the army, i suppose" as cliche as that sounded... "being surrounded by a truck load of muscular males, like myself? you can't say you wouldn't think the same" and that was that. he was open about his sexuality - hardly afraid to admit that he enjoyed the company of both sides - equally i should add. and in this way he was heavily torn, darius couldn't decide which he liked more (though he had slept with more men then women).

"as for my life in the army, well ma'am i cant exactly tell you much" darius let out a sigh, his thoughts returning to the reason of his discharge - the death of his brothers, and six other people. he was the officer in charge, and he should have acted logically - level headed, but he had failed. "its classified" with the wave of his hand and the shuffling of his feet, darius left it at that "let me just say.... you will certainly not regret hiring me - i have a lot to offer" if i get this damn job

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"a gift? no ma'am" he wasn't really aware of what the dean was speaking of, was she asking for a trait, that which he liked about himself? nothing he silently cooed, raising a brow. "i'd say i'm cursed" darius chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and finally taking a seat in one of the chairs. before his father's death, darius was a very kind soul. he was almost always happy, a people person and very generous. he maintained those traditional values you see now only in movies -- polite to strangers, a gentleman around women. "i'm... charismatic, usually" though he had not displayed this quality very well in this interview, he had certainly maintained his people skills. darius was a man of 'wooing', happily surrounding himself in a throng of women and at least attempting to impress them with often fake stories of his lifetime in the army (after all you've all heard the saying... 'love a man in uniform'). "...approachable..." at least he thought he was (it came with the people skills) ".... dependable..." hardly. he often arrived late, a disheveled mess. "....stern.... " well that was true, he as as solid as a rock ".... driven...." when this man sets his eyes on something or someone, he doesn't easily stop.

as for dislikes well... his eldest and only surviving brother was at the top of that list. undoubtedly closely followed by his mother... "im not particularly fond of relationships" and the thought of himself tied down with a family (my god could you only imagine?). for the most part darius is a very conservative gentleman who is quite fond of sex jokes and innuendoes. around the boys, he was one of them, drinking, laughing you name it, only add a little flirtation and forwardness. around the girls, well, he was suave and sophisticated... only for the night. in this way he was just one of those horrible manipulators that the average person dreamed about, wanted more then anything, but when they came across them... slowly came to the realisation of just how disgusting.. how horrible... they honestly were.

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dreams, goals? what would he do, exactly? they were all good questions. the male frowned, shifting his weight and sighing. "i'm not sure, ma'am" he replied, looking out the window in thought. he had applied for this job on a whim, hoping that his history would not stop him from being appointed here. it followed him and haunted him, darius khrysaor, the disgraced american officer. "i take things a day at a time" he couldn't give her a straight answer if he tried. darius was still trying to figure himself out, sort out his life and find some sort of normality. only, it seemed, that didn't exist. he hid it behind a wall of alcohol, detachment and whoring.

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