In his youth, Darius had long suspected himself born beneath a poor astrological sign. After his mother passed during childbirth, the infant was taken in by his Uncle Elton. While Elton was a relatively kindhearted man, he was a false priest and con-artist who traveled the southern regions of Eidolon selling faux holy trinkets and other snake oils to amass a fortune. While Elton treated Darius quite well, the youth resented his uncle for all that he had done. In every village, Darius was forced to look upon the faces of those his uncle had instilled with a false sense of hope. Many times, Darius would ask himself whether those who had been granted false happiness were truly happy. At the age of fourteen, Darius watched as Elton was finally discovered and arrested for his crimes in the small village of Petrescus. Despite his uncle's pleas for Darius to pay his bail, the youth absconded with Elton's fortune and left in pursuit of his own wants: to seek out and set right wrongs in the world. To give true hope to the people where so much false hope was given. Darius used his uncle's funds to purchase a small shack amidst the Lyrewoods of southern Eidolon along with a fine blade and armor. Each morning, Darius would rise to pay his respects to and polish his blade and armor beneath dim candlelight. When the sun finally rose, he would begin to train his body and swordsmanship, seeking to achieve the peak of his physical capabilities. This process was repeated day in and day out, broken up only by a weekly visit to a nearby settlement for supplies and to give prayer at a small temple. By the age of twenty-two, Darius had plateaued in strength and skill. Still, he did not cease his training. With each day and repetition of his processes, diminutive improvements were made. With each sliver of improvement, Darius came closer to exceeding his limits. It was the greater half of a decade before Darius once again saw true improvement, but with that improvement he was reaffirmed in his goals. At the age of thirty-seven, Darius's funds had finally depleted and he determined it finally time to set out from his home. He began his march north towards Loune, prepared to walk the path he had worked so hard to carve for himself.