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Full Name:
* Darius, English transliteration of the Persian name, "He Possesses"
* Alexei, Russian, "Defender"
* Ivanov, Bulgrian, Russian, "Ivan's"
Nickname: Dar
Age: 21
Date of Birth: November 3rd
Place of Birth: Arkhangelsk, Russia
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Paid assassin
Face Claim: Unknown
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Height: 5'8
Weight: 145
Hair: Short black fluffiness (He tugs on it when he's worked up and doesn't let anyone play with it)
Eyes: Icy blue but they turn garnet red when he uses his powers
Body: Lean and muscular
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Ryan just held her other one and threw a punch at his head. "So no teleporting?" She asked Alastair through gritted teeth. "God, I hate fighting people who have magic."

Ryan grabbed Easton's arm and flipped him over her shoulder, getting her in the way of his path to Alastair. "The easy way has never been my style." She stated, pointing her blade at his throat.

Ryan felt Alastair next to her and jolted a little before realizing it was him, scowling because for the 800th time, she wished she had magic. "We need to get to an area with lots of people. Or the Cathedral; the Cathedral would be great." She whispered urgently, staying alert. "Or just anywhere not near you house would be great since a fight would probably destroy the things around it if it gets intense enough."

Ryan carefully put her back against the house to make sure he couldn't appear behind her, drawing her knives and putting her bow down carefully, slinging her arrows off. She couldn't go long-range this type what with all of his teleporting; she'd have to use close-combat this time.

(So both of them are outside and Alastair is inside?)