Darius Dreake Miaga.
Darius was sleeping in. He knew that he should have woken up by now, as some lovely ladies were supposed to be showing up soon, but he didn't care. He didn't need protecting. Hell, none of his bros needed protecting. They were all good at fighting, so why did they need some babysitters? Darius sighed, turning so that he stared upwards at the ceiling. "Great, now I'm awake. What a chore..." He sighed, and stood up. The pounding on his door meant that Oliver had gone and sent in the brigade to get him ready and stuff. He yawned, standing up and walking to his own little bathroom. He was shirtless, wearing only his black and orange pajama pants that were covered in skulls and such. He checked to make sure his hair was still its bright Blue/Purple combination. When he was done with that, he put on his sandals that were sitting in front of the shower, and then a blue muscle shirt. He grabbed a stick of gum and started chewing it as his personal maid, Lisa, walked in. She gaped at him a bit, and he looked at her funny.
"What? Is this not good enough for the new girls?" he looked at himself. "And here i thought i looked quite sharp." he slinked past her and winked. "Can't let them get the wrong impression." He grabbed a dart that was on the door of his room and walked towards the stairs, hearing his brothers already awake. He was about to turn and go down the stairs when he stopped. And then jumped on the banister and slid down it.