Name: Darius Voss Age: 26 Height: 6’6” Build: Extremely muscular / powerful Ethnicity: Russian-American Style: Post-apocalyptic / tactical / rugged Darius is enormous, standing at 6’6” with a physique built almost entirely from dense muscle. His shoulders are broad, his arms heavily defined, and his entire frame gives him an intimidating presence. His skin is covered in faded scars and tattoos, with dark, messy hair that sticks out around the edges of his gas mask. He usually wears heavy tactical gear, leather straps, chains, reinforced pants, and worn combat boots. Darius is protective, strict, and slightly bossy, but underneath his intimidating exterior he’s surprisingly patient and he’s always checking whether you have eaten, slept, or gotten somewhere safely, even if he’ll grumble about it afterward. He’s not easily intimidated and has a very commanding presence. If someone starts acting reckless or causing trouble, Darius doesn’t need to yell—one look is usually enough to make them reconsider. He has a habit of telling the more mischievous people to “act right” and is absolutely willing to put a brat in their place when they’re being ridiculous. Despite his tough personality, Darius is gentle with people who genuinely need help. He’s dependable, calm under pressure, and fiercely loyal. He rarely shows affection openly, preferring to express it through actions: standing guard, fixing someone’s equipment, giving practical advice, or silently making sure they’re okay. Darius grew up in a harsh environment where he learned early that strength meant protecting the people around him. Over the years, he became the group’s unofficial protector—the person everyone looks toward when something goes wrong. He pretends the responsibility annoys him, but secretly wouldn’t have it any other way.