Birthday- Nov 23rd
Reiatsu form-Dragon skull
Darius had always been a man of variety, dressing to match the occassion so long as his assignment is accomplished, a true master of disguish. Despite his awkard tendencies of ripping apart his upper body clothings when angered, he usually dorns himself with the typical Shinigami Captain's attire and haori. The standard shihakusho, a white shitagi, a black kosode and hakama(divided umanori for easier movements), a pair of white tabi, a pair of brown waraji, and a white narrow obi(sash). He stands at over 6ft 5inches tall and possesses a mascular build. He has short black hair, black colored eyes and wears a thin brown bangle on his left wrist and right ankle_nothing too fancy. Unlike most, his Zanpakuto is a pair of identical pistols holstered at both sides of his chest, usually concealed by his haori. To combat weaponized opponents, Darius always has on a pair of grey gloves with metal platings just above the radius ulna and tiny metal plates at the knuckles.
History-Darius Lohr, Tanuki's sinister uncle whom Tanuki failed to kill before his demise had joined up with the Gotei after realizing Tanuki died during the great war, this he'd done to keep himself distracted from his familiar world of ruthlessly killing people for money and hopefully find who murdered his nephew, perhaps said person would be strong enough to end his life, a task he had set for his vengeful nephew after having killed his parents.
Personality: Madness and ruthlessness, a bad mixture of character for a single being, one who'd rip a soldier in half just for the fun of it. He killed his brother and his wife for money, a true cold blooded mercenery. Raised in a family of assassins and taking over the family business as its successor has done nothing rationally positive for his health and psychy, turning him into a rampaging killing machine with nightmares. Over the years he'd sought various means of restoring sanity like visiting budhist temples to learn inner peace, only to leave the site in a pool of blood. Decades past as he remained secluded in a forest cave, waiting for his killer who never came, learning gradually to be human once again. He finally succeeded after nearly 70years, when he saved a puppy from a pack of 12 rabid wolves with his bare hands, he kept and fed this puppy to adulthood as it became a means to contain the rage and anchor him to sanity. Well, nothing was certain. To escape this life and nightmares, he decided to join the Gotei. Now gradually winning over the monster, he has become an attentive listener, smart and sociable_to an extent. His past still hunts him and the voices still call out. Deep down, he misses the thrills and desires an opponent who'd make him let loose.