Darby Owens
;Age;
25

;Gender;
Male

;Sexuality;
Demisexual

;Appearance;

;Personality;
Darby is generally labeled as a shit-head, and it's not exactly incorrect. He's a cold and ruthless bastard with no cares in the world. He's extremely self-destructive which is why he smokes, drinks, and anything else that could potentially harm him. He's constantly using sarcasm as a defense against getting close to people and he almost always can think of something rude to say. He's been known to push people to the edge while using their kindness against them. He scowls consistently and it's rare for him to smile, let alone laugh genuinely. But, the catch is he never really loses his temper. He is rather mellow and calm, preferring to piss people off and stay calm while doing so.However, he does have his generally good moods. He can be rather "sweet" compared to his usual bitchy moods. And despite his rough exterior, he can be sweet enough once you get close enough to him though that is an extremely hard task. He is, actually, a big softie around those he does really love//only in private, of course// and will do anything to keep them protected, even if it means becoming the jealous and possesive friend no one asked for. However, he's learned to not give love out to strangers and he's learned to not accept love too.

;Likes;
Darby absolutely adores his cat that he's owned for about a year now. He also enjoys nature documentaries of any sort, and art. Any form of art, especially scultping, is something Darby holds close to him and he refrains from showing people's work. Along with art, he loves cross country running. The feel of just running gets him all happy and mellowed out.

;Dislikes;
Darby dislikes quite a few things, but none more than his parents. And geese. //Damn the geese to hell// Darby also has a thing against red roses due to a past expierence. He has a severe fear of spiders, as well as ticks. The one thing he hates though is loud and obnoxious people, especially if they invade his personal bubble.

;Backstory;
Darby grew up with a twin brother and an older sister. His mother was an unforgiving woman who was not afraid to punish her children. His father, meanwhile, was always away for business so he grew up without a good father figure. His whole family was unreasonably wealthy and Darby always hated to say anything about it. The huge house he grew up in was constantly quiet, with only four occupants most of the time. His mother was constantly either at work or in her room, away from her children. However, when she was around, if even one of the twins did one little thing she found unsuitable they would be slapped viciously, the number of times depended on the severity of the offense. His sister, who was fifteen, when Darby and his brother were born, was the only person who really looked after the boys and she was like their mother in a way. She fed them, took them out places, clothed them, and so on. The twins quickly attached themselves to her and she loved it. She had loved her little brothers with all she had and she'd given up her social life to raise them the way she hadn't been. However, she was only with them for three short years before she died of car crash when she was drunk driving at the age of eighteen. The twins felt the loss like no one else did and Darby still thinks about it from time to time. After her death, the twins became closed off. They only spoke to one another and had to suffer through so many punishments from their mother who had been falling apart. Once Darby and his brother were in school, they devoted themselves to their studies completely. They would stay after at school for hours until they were told they had to go home. They were put in honors classes at the age of eight and they still found themselves smarter than most. By the time they were 14, they were taking college classes and excelling in them. However, as they grew smarter, their home life grew worse. Their mother would consistently beat them and emotionally abuse them. So, at the age of seventeen, the day before they got an acceptance letter into one of the Ivy League colleges, Darby's twin killed himself. Darby was the one who found his brother and he cried for hours, unable to keep himself from breaking. After his brother's funeral, he stopped going to his classes. He burned the acceptance letter. He started smoking and drinking. He never made it home anymore, sleeping with a different guy or girl almost every night. He turned bitter and angry, lashing out at his mother and moving out without saying anything to her. He moved in with his boyfriend at the time, trying to put himself back together. However, after three months of living with his boyfriend, the relationship got abusive. His boyfriend would degrade him continually, beating him down even physically. Darby would often have different bruises in different places and he once went to the hospital for a broken arm and collar bone. After that, he moved out. His heart was torn to pieces and stepped all over, he knew he couldn't fix himself so he stopped trying. Instead, he found himself staying in a shitty apartment with one of his closest friends.

;Other;
He has several tattoos,
The first one is on his wrist of an infinity symbol with the birth year and death year of his twin brother with small, cursive letters that say /We shall meet in a place where there is no darkness/

This tattoo is placed on his left side and over his ribs.

His cat is a blue, long hair oriental male whose name is Frisco.