Darius M. Thorton

[darius thorton]

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DariusM.Thorton.
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm NA,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 22 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 8 years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the ambitious one.



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name , Darius M. Thorton
nicknames , NA
age and year , 37, NA
sexual preference , Straight
birthday , June 6, 1973
style , Aristocrat
occupation , Undersecretary to Parliament

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height , 6’2”
weight , 170 lbs
tattoos and piercings , Nope
best feature , Dark curly hair
general , Described in the basic three words, “tall, dark, and handsome” fits Darius to a T. Standing at an impressive six feet and two inches, the man carries himself quite proudly—perhaps not quite nose-in-the-air, but his strides are confident as are his expressions. His face is like open book, if he chooses to be, but he also discreetly hides behind a pleasant looking mask at his own disclosure. To match his built body, Victor possesses a strong jawline and prominent cheekbones and nose. His eyes are a hazel color, his gaze often piercing and scrutinizing. His mouth—perhaps deemed kissable?—is often set in a smirk. He has a powerful and commanding tone in his voice, well-suited for Parliament and other matters.

In terms of dress and taste, Darius has an impeccable sense of fashion. He enjoys the aristocratic style, favoring the well-tailored, fitted clothing as opposed the slob that others consider “casual” or “every day” wear. As he keeps his body in a healthy, fit condition, he prefers the lines of his garments to accentuate them. He stays to darker colors, particularly black, with accents in other colors. He prefers garments with a simple cut as well and prefers to embellish minimally with a jabot, or a lace handkerchief in the breast pocket. Various rings—generally metal bands with engraved designs over jewels— are exchanged daily on his fingers, however, he always the family crest on his right index finger.
playby , Rufus Sewell

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likes , Women (for the bedroom), strong liquor (particularly scotch), luxurious surroundings and clothing, travel, hunting, fine wine, savory foods, chocolates, rings, large dogs, reptiles
dislikes , Women (for anything else), disobedience, spicy foods, cheap jewelry, women, cold weather, small yappy dogs, clicking pens
strengths , Confidence and persistence, very charismatic and intelligent
weaknesses , Easily blindsided and misanthropic, always has his own personal agenda, easily jealous, narcissistic
fears , Failure
quirks , Enjoys pedicures
secrets , Rumors are circulating of some illegitimate child
how , Darius did not discover the fashion through music or fashion magazines, but rather through a leisure trip through Japan. He didn’t much care for the ones like decora or visual kei—whatever that nonsense is—but lolita and aristocrat did catch his attention. At some point during the trip, he bedded a young woman who wore lolita, and so through that, was able to extract information regarding the basics and where to acquire the clothing.
general , Darius is an amicable type of fellow simply on impression alone. He exudes confidence and pomp from every pore, and might not be the best conversationalist as he also tends to talk about himself. A lot. Of course, the times that he does listen, it is often to gauge the usefulness of the person, what they might contribute to any of his plans or goals.

In actuality, Darius is a brooding type of person, even if most of the time, it’s scheming of some sort. He prefers to be alone or at least in the company of his pets. Socializing with human beings isn’t exactly at the top of his list, as he is prone to be agitated by some of the simplest of things, and with an excellent memory, he is equally prompt to hold things over someone, especially if it offers some sort of leverage.

Though a noble, Darius does not usually consider a person’s class or economic status, because, as his reasoning stands, the poor can be as useful as the rich are useless. He despises the lazy, as their potential has gone all for naught, however, he also places a high distrust of those who are clever enough to possibly catch onto his plans.

He strives for nothing but the best, what with rather expansive pockets and a sense of privilege, mostly derived from his own father’s behavior. However, that sense of priority only revolves around himself; others are simply pawns to attain his goals. In that sense, it might appear that Darius has a close circle of friends, seems quite friendly and generous, it is all ultimately to his own gain and benefit. That said, he is not afraid of extreme measures should they be necessary.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , England
family , Father: Arthur Walter Thorton; Mother: Margaret Bridget Thorton nee Edwardson
pets ,
best memory , Accepting position for Undersecretary of Parliament
worst memory , Death of his great dane, Reginald
history , Darius was born into a family of wealth and privilege, earned and inherited. His father’s title had been in the family for a span of generations, his mother of indeed a lower class, and he had a rather pampered yet empty childhood. Neither parent was around, his father off doing whatever it was nobles did and his mother lavishing in social events, and so he was often in the care of servants. Truth be hold, Darius had some chance to grow into a kind and gentle soul, but fate set him on a different path.

His parents, though married, were not in a happy union. Society pressured them to stay together, however, it meant nothing for their numerous romantic affairs, regardless of whether or not their son knew anything of it. Darius grew to resent the numerous dinners and social parties his mother hosted, for it showed the woman’s desire for status and favor and lack of interest in family. Despite numerous attempts, Darius was only ignored. His father was no better; though the man tried his best in rearing the child, his own responsibilities as a noble (whatever they were) and his insatiable carnal desires drew him away from the family table as well.

Thus Darius turned to his peers for guidance, which also ended in disaster. He was a likable child, shy and well-behaved, but he craved attention that his parents did not give him. His classmates, of lower class and economic statuses, were able to make him bend over backwards in exchange for their friendships. It began with harmless things like loaning lunch money and borrowing his toys, but as he and his peers began to understand the “true” meaning in Darius’ high standings, the stakes were, predictably, raised, only to come to a halt in high school. Sophomore year of high school, Darius was in what he assumed was a happy relationship with a girl, of course, lavishing her with gifts and affection. Come junior year, Darius found that those gifts were simply tokens for his turn in her bed.

A heart broken and several ended friendships later, Darius had come to a sort of self-awareness. His status, while it had power, also had the ability to cripple him. If others felt no remorse for using him, then it was only reasonable he could do the same. After all, his parents were, in a way, a perfect example. Was it so wrong to follow in their footsteps?

His college career onwards was a reverse of his life otherwise; he immersed himself in politics and dabbled in psychology. For knowledge, as well as money, was power. Politics was another means to direct others to his own whim and wish. Darius graduated at the top of his class and threw himself into the work field, gaining political favor early on with the help of a member of Parliament. Recently, he gained status as the undersecretary to Parliament. But it wasn’t enough.

His current scheme led him to the door of Charles Thornfield, and, unsurprisingly, towards the hand of the man’s daughter. However, much to Darius’ displeasure, he realized he’d have to work a bit harder with this one.

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password? , let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin
who? , Snape, Snape, Severus Snape
sample post ,
The wood cracked and snapped as Darius leaned back from the dancing flames in the fireplace. A frown crossed his face as he tapped his fingers on the marble mantelpiece, his other hand rubbing bruised lips.

“Dar,” a voice purred from behind.

The scent of honey filled his sense of his smell a pair of pale, delicate hands rested on his broad shoulders. The woman, her name Regina or something of the sort, peered over his shoulder to his face, her bright green eyes glimmering in amusement. “You seem…perplexed,” she said softly, smiling softly.

He turned his gaze to her, his expression calmed. “It’s nothing,” he said with a chuckle. “Absolutely nothing.” Truth was, he had a lot on his mind, in particular of a certain Thornfield girl and the current obstacle that formed itself as her lover. A doctor—pffft. He was not pleased with his reaction when he found out, for it probably would not do well in his standings with Charles. That he knew. Or at least he assumed to be the case. There were several texts he had sent to the girl, not expecting a direct response, but simply to rile and terrify. There was far worse he could do. Right now it was just a waiting game.

Darius placed a light kiss on Regina’s lips. “Nothing at all, promise,” he reassured.

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