




Darren von Hapsburg
||Nickname||
“I have…no nickname.”
For his enemies- The Black Death | Mask | Number 13
||Age||
27
||Gender||
Male
||Sexuality||
“Have…not…thought about…that yet…”
||Face Claim||
Hei || Darker than Black
||Position||
Explosives Expert



• Explosives|| As per to his occupation, Darren is extremely good at wiring explosives. From the normal gun powder to flammable liquids. They are like the back of his hand, and Darren rarely ever does anything wrong when it comes to explosives. Within his nation, he is one of the few people who can operate a gun and cannon; Darren is also one of the last few masters of the technique of creating artillery and bullets. With a bit of wire, something to create a fire, and gun powder, Darren can create an explosion virtually anywhere he wants. His usual equipment includes his coils created from flint, his electrified knives, and poaches of gunpowder that are hidden all over his clothes.
• Hand-to-hand Combat|| A part of his background entitled that Darren would be extremely good at hand-to-hand combat. He has yet to meet someone whom can defeat him, besides his ever elusive master he has not met for many years. Not only is Darren extremely quick with his limbs and mind, Darren can do near anything due to his profound strength as well. However, he always manages to get himself hurt. Darren knows himself that this shouldn't happen, but it does, as if he's using these wounds as a reminder of something- but what, no one but Darren knows.
• Swords fighting|| Though Darren doesn't like to use his sword much for direct combat, he still uses it if needs be. However, on this expedition, he has kept his sword hidden, as he believes that it won't call for his technique with his knives any time soon. But when Darren does use his knives, he wields them almost as if they are an extension of his arms, weaving them around faster than the naked eye can follow. Darren has no set sword style that he follows along, but rather goes spontaneously with however his opponent acts.




• His knives|| "They...entrance me...in a sense...they...disgust me?"
• Explosions|| Darren's fascination with explosions is extremely similar with his interest in his knives. It is mixed with a dash of interest and a dash of hatred, despising what his life has come to in the end. Whenever he sets off bombs, Darren tends to take a second to watch as debris flies in the sky along with flames, before returning to whatever task he had been doing before.
• His Mask|| He likes how his mask gives him a sense of uniqueness- difference, and yet without an identity at all. Darren likes to hide his true face, as he believes that not only can he protect himself this way, but also others that live around him.
Books | Reading | the Sun | Nature | Relaxing | Extremely Short Naps | Black Clothes | Solitude | Quiet | Stretching | Cats | Traveling | Boats | Music | Eating Large Meals | Running
||Dislikes||
• Himself|| Darren dislikes himself- what he is and what he has to do. The sight of flesh and blood now only evoke a sense of dread, rather than disgust- or, well, nothing. This dislike only arose recently when Darren came to the sudden realization that he was, really, nothing more than a mannequin.
• Summer|| The heat irks Darren. Not only does it make his jobs harder, the days shorter, and his breath shorter, but it also causes him to sweat a lot. Darren especially hates sweating, as it could probably leave traces of his DNA in scenes where he has to absolutely disappear from.
• His Past|| Harsh memories of excruciating training bring Darren nothing but shudders and jabs of hallucinated pain.
• Proximity|| "Just...stay...away..."
• Sleeping|| Whenever Darren closes his eyes, flashes of past ghosts and victims surface in his mind. This has caused Darren to become an insomniac, and rarely is he ever able to get a good night's sleep unless he casts a sleeping incantation on himself or drains down a sleeping pill.
Foolishness | Omens | Loud People | Chaotic Situations | Misinformation | Orders | His 'Job' | Hints of His True Lineage | Pompous Rich People | Carcasses | His Targets | Hospitals



{Cold | Distant | Cut Off | Calculative | Apathetic | Strategic | Cruel | Inquisitive | Shy}
It is no wonder that Darren acts and behaves as he does after one inspects his history. He did not have the chance to open up to anyone as a child, and as a result has grown up to be distant towards others, due to his inability to do so. Darren never tries to shorten the gap between himself and others, as he truly believes that he does not deserve any sort of human comfort or closeness. Whenever others try to come close, Darren always manages to cut them off, shoving them away as far as possible so that no one really fully knows who Darren is and where he is from. Even the people who control him in the upper governments are not fully sure of what sort of personality Darren has; he is almost like a wild dog, controlled yet free at the same time, his teeth bared for any sort of probable threat that might come his way. Others might describe Darren as a lost baby, trying to find his way in life- but Darren is not defenseless. Rather, Darren is ruthless to anyone and everyone just to make sure that his own personal bubble is never burst.
As an assassin, Darren is extremely ruthless. If anyone sees him while slinking around or doing the act, Darren tends to leave collateral damage afterwards, with a higher body count than needed. He is extremely calculative, and tends to think out each and every of his movements a long time before the actually goes in for the kill. Every step is a strategic maneuver within Darren's head, as he thinks that each error is another step deeper into failure and his own death. He feels near no remorse during these killing sprees- and this sense of apathy also translates into Darren's every life, as he rarely ever relates himself with others however long he's interacted with them. In some ways, Darren can be meticulous at times, but he lives an overall messy and content lifestyle when not focusing on his assassination plans as passed down from the respective four governments.
• Strength|| Darren has incredible strength, enough for him to pick up large weights without much problem. This helps him carry heavier loads without much sweat, and move cannons around without much help from others. Darren still, however, has to keep his exertion in check, as he is still susceptible to strained muscles and the such just like anyone else.
• Agility|| Extremely fast with his feet, Darren is almost like a ghost sometimes, appearing and vanishing suddenly without a notice. His fast speed also helps him during combat, as Darren relies a lot on dodging his opponent's attacks rather than parrying them.
• Marksmanship|| Due to his profession, it is obvious that Darren cannot appear in front of his targets or cause large explosions to take down his opponents. To keep his identity hidden- and his mask relatively unknown- Darren has honed his marksmanship so that his knives rarely ever miss their target. His careful calculations, keen eye, and steady hands help make sure that Darren's knives dive a straight arc towards the bullseye within Darren's mind.
• Intelligence|| Darren is extremely smart, and is able to think of ways to escape traps and solve problems with the blink of an eye. It's hard to say that Darren is smarter than others, but he counts it as a strength since he has been able to time and time again escape from any sort of bad situation he has gotten into.
||Weaknesses||
• Sociability|| It is obvious that Darren does not have an easy time trying to mingle with others- not that he tries much anyways.
• Apathy|| Darren finds it extremely hard to align his own emotions with those of others, and tends to think of it as a sort of 'folly', as he can't really see it happening in the future at all. He thinks that a person's emotions should be kept 'personal' and tends to isolate himself from the problems of others. To this point, Darren goes around in life caring about, nearly, nothing at all.
• Speaking Problems|| During his early training, Darren somehow wounded his vocal chord. Now, he is unable to fluently speak and has to pause between two to three words or a sharp pain will shoot down his throat, leaving him nauseous and in pain.
• Unorganized|| Though a meticulous assassin, Darren is extremely sloppy with his own life. Never has the floor of his room been uncluttered, and never has he been able to find anything he wants with the flash of an eye.



"I...was unwanted ever since I was born..."
Darren had been abandoned on the steps of an orphanage at the young ripe age of 6 months old. There, he slowly grew up until he was 4 years old, constantly bullied by the older occupants within the orphanage. "They...called me...wimp...? I would like them...to call me that again..." His young age, his height and appearance, caused many curses and bullying to occur, all directed towards Darren. No one dared to step up for the young boy, not even the workers at the orphanage, as nearly the whole child population within the orphanage suddenly turned against Darren. He himself still cannot fathom why it happened- but it did, and he only thanks them for roughing him up for what was to be expected of him in the future. What he later did find out from the women who took care of him did provide a bit of insight where he came from- or at least, what his lineage was. Maria, his caretaker, told him that he had been brought to the orphanage, not found. Wrapped in the most expensive cloth Maria had ever seen, Darren had been placed under her patronage and then the orphanage paid to keep Darren's existence a secret. "Apparently...it was okay for Maria to...sit by and watch as they hit me...encouraged. It gave her money- so, she did it." The cloth has long since been sold by the orphanage, so Darren is still in the dark about where he exactly came from.
But, what comes after his fifth birthday is a pure secret between Darren and a few other high level officials. On the day of Darren's birthday, he had been called from his usual seat in the middle of the grass plain that had covered the land in front of the orphanage, and placed under the scrutinizing eyes of men he had never seen before. "Till this day...I still...do not know who...they were..." However, after but a few minutes of bantering back and forth, Darren was shoved onto a car and driven away from the orphanage without further delay, leaving behind his life at the orphanage behind him. What he faced the next few months was far more cruel and violent than anything the young Darren could have imagined. It was so physically taxing that it permanently damaged Darren's ability to speak, though this mainly is because, during this period of time, Darren did not speak at all. For the next decade, Darren was locked up in a "military" training facility- a top secret spy and assassin training center, running under the jurisdiction of Tsugitachi. There, Darren was pounded with assassination techniques, honed to be extremely charming and gregarious, yet cold and harsh at the same time. Darren never really picked up the first part- he can, if he wants, but he rarely does act like the man he wishes to be. Otherwise, Darren was an excellent student. Though he doesn't let it show, the education that he received at the academy was one of the best within Tsugitachi, allowing Darren to excel in the ways of mechanisms, the sciences, technology, and linguistics. Furthermore, he passed the harsh training that was provided at the academy with flying grades.
Thus, the plans that had been placed on Darren's head was pushed forward by three years. Darren received his first ever mission when he was a mere fifteen years old, still young but the rebellious spirit that so characterized boys his age. He covered it flawlessly, taking out a controversial physicist that had been expelled from Drek borders due to his dangerous human experiments. Darren had returned back to the academy within two days, the man's decapitated head held by the hairs in Darren's hand. This trend continued throughout the next few years, with Darren sent out to take out high profile targets for the bidding of the four large islands that now dominate the seas. He cannot count how many people have perished in his hands anymore; all Darren knows is that, by now, he is used to the blood and the screams. Currently, as the explosives expert on the ship, Darren is once again on another mission- the extermination of all savages on an island Witchika wishes to use for agricultural produce. He knows that he cannot trust anyone and he'd rather keep it that way, far away from the other inhabitants that now work around on the ship.