Darian is small.  Even by the standards of schoolgirls he is small but by the standards of men, well, perhaps tiny is a better word.  He owns a pair of sturdy walking boots, but only wears them when he absolutely has to.  He dresses in lose fitting clothing somewhat the worse for wear now but still a delightful green colour.  He also owns a kantele but he keeps it hidden as well as he can, after all, the playing of the kantele is not something approved of in the realm of the house of Darius.

His skin is pale and soft, his eyes almost impossibly dark and his red hair cut so short that it could almost be considered fur. He is considered handsome by many a young lady or perhaps beautifuul is a better term

If there were such things, Darian would be considered an anarchist and a trickster, but in their absence, he is considered a dangerous revolutionary by the powers that be.  The powers that be are, in their turn, considered morons and monsters by Darian.


Darian was the youngest son of Carlo Peccavimi, a clown, and Darla Persdottir, a poet.  Both were well known for their work until they married, had a passel of kids and took to trading in books.  As a result of this trade, both were beheaded for sedition.