Oɴᴄᴇ Uᴘᴏɴ A Tɪᴍᴇ: • Darian was a prodigy from the get go. His mother loved the fact that he threw himself into his schoolwork, learning everything he could about anything. His father, an avid hunter, thought his lack of anything resembling sports or fitting his definition of ‘manly’ was more ashamed at his son than proud. Sure, he gloated about his genius son, especially when he began collecting scholarships like crazy when he was in high school, but in truth he’d always wanted a son who would be more into sports or hunting.
It was this wish that led to him teaching his son how to shoot a rifle and pistol when he was in middle school and high school. Due to his analytical mind, Darian was an excellent shot, able to hit the bullseye almost every time. When he went away to college he majored in genetics and worked closely with a group of scientists who were important in the field of nanotechnology for a special summer program. It was at this time that he had his first encounter with a mutant.
Unknown to him or the rest of his college, several of the students were actually mutants with powers that didn’t affect their physical appearance, thus allowing them to blend in. The problem was, they couldn’t control their powers very well. During a party that three of them were invited to, the cops showed up due to excessive noise and a tip that there were minors and alcohol at the party. The stress of the cops arriving, coupled with several drunken frat boys who had been trying to get her upstairs all night, got to one of the female mutants and she lost control of her powers for a few moments. Moments were all it took. Her power had been fire manipulation, and the explosion caused by her powers going out of control and hitting a gas main under the house caused some two hundred deaths, including the death of Darian’s current girlfriend of three years. He had been planning on proposing to her and her death spawned a hatred for mutants that has lived to this day.
A year after college he married one of the other students that had been taking the same major as he had. Their marriage was not a cold one, but they both knew that he was never truly in love with her. When he was 26 his wife gave birth to a daughter, Elizabeth Berit, on April 20th but died during child birth. He raised his daughter as best he could, giving her gifts and spending as much time with her as he could, his work meant he was generally away from home. One day he was approached by a member of the Organization for the Containment of Mutants and asked to join them. He had gained their attention both by his status in his field, as well as a blueprint for a special collar he had been working on. It would allow information to be sent to people remotely and have it directly sent into their brain. They asked if he could make it for them, with a few slight modifications. They wished to use it to control mutants. He agreed and his collar went into testing. His daughter was now 3 years old. When he got home from a test of his collar one day, there were still many bugs that needed to be worked out, he was horrified. His daughter’s toys were floating around everywhere and the wind chimes in the window were making noise, even though all of the windows were closed. Upon his entering the room everything dropped to the ground and the wind chimes stopped making noise. But he had seen, his daughter was a mutant.
He was torn. Mutants had killed his first love, they needed to be captured and controlled. And yet, she was his daughter, he couldn’t allow her to go through that. So, he devised a plan. He burnt down the house where he and his daughter lived, making it seem like the baby sitter had left a cigarette on the couch and it had caught fire. He made sure he had an airtight alibi and made a big show over his grief, though it was no more than he would truly feel if she had been killed in the flames. The baby sitter was an unfortunate casualty, but sacrifices had to be made to save his daughter. The bodies of the baby sitter and his daughter were never recovered and it was believed that they both perished. In reality he had secreted his daughter away to a friend in London, a place where he and his daughter had often gone on ‘vacation.’ In actuality he had needed to go there for work, but the kind of work he would be given while there would give him much more downtime than he normally had. His going there on the anniversary of her death, May 17th, every year since his house burnt down was thus given a credible reason since it was there that he truly spent the most time with her. In reality he went there to see her, now named Diana Elsworth, not to mourn her. She is now 5 and she owns a year old golden retriever, given to her during his last visit. He is currently working on a perfect cure for his daughter in secret so that she can live a normal life.
Uɴᴅᴇʀ Tʜɪs Mᴀsᴋ: • As is obvious, he hates mutants with a passion and is willing to do almost anything to keep them in check. Though he prefers to keep the mutants the OCM plans on actually using intact. They are no use to them broken or dead after all. With the notable exception of the few used as test subjects.
Along with this, he is willing to kill and forgo his hatred of mutants to protect his daughter. For both of these reasons he can seem quite callous.
Even so, he has nothing against people in general and is often friendly to certain coworkers.
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Wʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴋᴇs Mᴇ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ: • None. (unless you count the rarity of amber eyes.)
Wʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴋᴇs Mᴇ Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ: • A certifiable genius, the mind control collars utilized by the organization (once they are fully perfected) are his design. He has an expansive knowledge in the fields of genetics and technology of all sorts. Along with this his father, an avid hunter, taught him how to use a gun because he “wanted a son who could do at least ONE manly thing.” As such he is quite a good shot with handguns and rifles, able to defend himself from mutants or other hostiles if need be.
Tʜᴏsᴇ Wʜᴏ Lᴏᴠᴇ Mᴇ: • His daughter, Elizabeth Berit. (Currently living in London as Diana Elsworth.)
