Darius
Day One
"FALLING FROM THE SKY! CAST OUT FROM THE HEAVEN'S LIIIIIIGHT!"
The song echoed through the halls around five in the morning, the heavy bass rumbled the walls, the guitar rifts slipped through the cracks under the door and drowned out the sound of Darius's usual morning routine. Muffled by the sounds of music, Darius shuffled around his room, dipping and dodging the monster in front of him before rapid thunks from his fists hit the heavy bag that hung in his room. a heavy swet had been built up from earlier. About a three mile run, extensive calisthenics, heavy weight lifting and finally about a few hours on the heavy bag, fighting "monsters".
He never held back, sparing or training he always went all out, never restraining himself. It was something Father taught him. "I never go easy on you in training because what you fight out there will never go easy on you. Be mindful of this when you train. Never restrain yourself, always push yourself further and farther than anyone else." Those words The retired Knight made sure to drill into Young Darius and it seemed they paid off.
His eyesight was starting to go as he pushed himself faster and faster, the song had ended and the sound of heavy hits echoed through the halls. Once he reached his peak, he yelled out and slammed a heavy right hook into the bag, yanking it off its support and against the wall, denting in the gypsum board. Darius mentally cursed himself and flinched at the repercussions that could follow for destroying Knighthood property but that worry would have to wait. He decided it was about time to get a shower and ready for the day. Which reminded him. Amelie was probably going to make breakfast and if she did he would more than likely hope she made enough for him. Darius was not small by no definition of the word. He was tall, bulky and needed the nourishment associated with being "big". Hence why leftovers were almost never in the fridge because he would need it to keep healthy and ready for anything. That, and he simply liked to eat too. He was still a growing boy after all. After about a twenty minute shower and getting dressed in his usual attire, he heard the sound of the morning breakfast bell, nearly sprinting out of his room to the kitchen, skidding into the entrance. A bright smile on his face as he entered, glancing over at the items of the morning. His mouth watered slightly to the thoughts of how it would all taste.
"Morning! What do we have today, hm? Steak and eggs? Steak sausage and eggs? Steak, sausage, bacon, eggs and hotcakes? Oh please tell me you made omelets..." He clapped his hands together before rubbing them as he made his way to the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk before slowly making his way over to the stoves, hovering over Amelie to see what she was making and hopefully, snagging a piece of sausage off from the pan. As his hand slowly made its way to the pan, he bit his tongue on one side. Of course, he wasn't actually serious about doing something selfish and rude like that. Just something to tease the young woman about.
