DARIUS JONES
CHARACTER HUB ” is this really necessary— (ugh) darius jones , red lantern of sector 2814 . known to you as earth . . or this solar system , if you want to be a bitch about it — whatever. “
abilities
The red lantern ring's power is fueled by the user's rage and fury, granting them access to the emotional spectrum. The ring harnesses red energy, supplied by a power battery, and typically manifests as red light. Red lanterns wield one of the most formidable weapons in the universe, with the ability to manipulate fundamental forces such as gravity, radiation, heat, and light. They can unleash devastating blasts of concussive force and generate fields of energy through sheer willpower.In addition to their mastery over rage and fury, the Red Lanterns wield a unique and dangerous power—their toxic blood. While fueled by their rage and fury, the true extent of their power lies in the red energy harnessed by their rings, supplied by a power battery. This power manifests as red light, allowing them to tap into the emotional spectrum.As a red lantern, Darius primarily relies on a hard light construct of a sword for combat, as it requires focus, discipline, and level-headedness to wield effectively. He understands the dangers of succumbing to blind rage, as it could cause him to unleash a ton of destruction on his enemies. Instead, he channels his fury into his sword, unleashing devastating attacks with precision and control.Darius knows that with great power comes great responsibility. He recognizes that his rage can be both a gift and a curse, and it's up to him to use it wisely. He fights not for fame or glory but to protect those who cannot defend themselves and to bring justice to those who have been wronged. His resolve is unbreakable, and his will is unwavering. As a red lantern, he embodies the very essence of rage, and his enemies would do well to fear his wrath.
character data
established, year 1 Once the ring was on his finger, Darius' entire world was turned upside down. He was forcibly taken to the home world of the Red Lanterns, where he bathed in an ocean of blood and embraced the traditions set by Atrocitus years ago. He underwent months of intensive training in hard light constructs, learning to fight like a true ring slinger.But the Red Lanterns themselves were divided, split into two tribes. One half followed Guy Gardner on their home world, while the others sided with Atrocitus on some remote, godforsaken hell hole. Guy saw potential in Darius, thinking he would be a valuable asset in their war. But Darius had other ideas. He wouldn't be roped into another conflict, wouldn't be another man's pawn any longer. Abandoning the corps, he would bleed only for himself.Returning back to Earth with a newfound sense of purpose and clarity, Darius knew what he had to do. His years of prayers had gone unanswered, empty pleas to whatever higher being would listen falling short. But he didn't need anyone's help anymore. He had lifetimes worth of rage stored within him and plenty of scum out there to inflict it on. To him, most of those gimmick-loving, spandex-wearing, cheap one-liner-shooting superheroes were just another obstacle.Darius deemed himself the voice of the voiceless, no one there to answer his prayers. He goes wherever his rage leads him, his justice is blind but undoubtedly cruel to those deserving. He relished in the power the ring gave him, and the control it afforded him over his anger. He was a force to be reckoned with, and those who dared cross him would soon regret it. current, year 3 Solidified as a ring slinger, he found solace in the fiery depths of the red power ring, honing it not just as a weapon, but as an extension of his tumultuous soul. Each twist and turn of the ring's power echoed the tangled mess within him—a mile-long knot of grief and rage, slowly, painstakingly unraveling.Through the haze of pain, he learned the art of grieving, the weight of loss pressing heavily upon him. Yet, amidst the darkness, there was a flicker of acceptance—of his situation, his pain, his loss… that despite everything— he was changing.Now an honorary titan, stood shoulder to shoulder with the world's finest heroes, the red wrath within him pulsing with newfound strength. Raw brutality that had defined him still lingered, as fierce and potent as ever, but tempered by a newfound clarity. No longer aimless, he directed his fury with purpose, targeting those who truly deserved its wrath—- not to those he’d call friend.
| NAME. | Darius Jones |
| TITLE. | Red Lantern |
| AGE. | 22 / 23 |
| P.O.B | North London , Edmonton |
| GENDER. | male - he / him |
| SPECIES. | enhanced human |
| HEIGHT. | 6” |
| TEMPERMENT. | Agitated |
| TROPE. | self punishment over failure — somebody who, in the face of defeat, decides to discipline themselves, either to make a point or to make amends to somebody. |
motivation
Unlike many of his fellow Lanterns, Darius had a motivation to keep his rage in check. He knew that if he let it consume him completely, he would lose all control and become nothing more than a mindless beast. And so he followed the teachings and methods of Guy Gardner, the new leader of the Red Lantern Corps, in order to keep himself level-headed enough to make actual use of his new-found power.It was a rare sight for a Red Lantern, but not entirely unheard of. And while Darius agreed with Gardner on this one point, he refused to fight in the war that the Corps was embroiled in. He had no stake in it, no reason to spill his blood for a cause he didn't believe in.No, Darius wasn't a hero. He had no interest in saving the world or fighting for some noble cause. His purpose was more personal than that. After years of praying to some higher power to save his mother, only to be ignored and watch her die anyway, he had come to a realization. He would be damned before anyone else suffered that fate. His purpose was to save those who the world had forgotten about, to be a permanent end to the chaos that so-called heroes allowed to repeat their offences.
origin
It was inevitable.Five years in the making, but it didn't make it any less painful. Hours after the ceremony, Darius found himself standing alone at the gravestone where others had left. It still felt unreal, like he was waiting to wake up from this nightmare and return to a world where she was still alive. His black suit was damp to the touch, the earth itself mourning such a loss. Thunder clouds lingered above him, spilling tears he wouldn't let out.Rather than pure sadness filling the void of loss, he felt hate. So much hate. He cursed himself for being unable to speak up when it came for his time to share. All those eyes on him, but it wasn't the pressure or anxiety of it all. It was the pity they took on him."Fucking hypocrites," he muttered to himself. Playing the sad act now, after five years. While he gave everything up to aid her in the wake of her sickness, they went on their way with their fake sympathy.Brown eyes locked onto the engravings, almost wanting to scrape them up, deny whatever reality he had woken up to that morning.‘In loving memory of Sarah Jones. Beloved teacher, wife, mother.’His chest felt heavy, his shoulders heavier. His eyes were near lifeless, and there was a ringing in his ears he hadn't registered until a foreign voice tried to get his attention.’ We should head home, don't you think? ‘Darius let out a defeated breath, weak and broken. His head hung further, filled with shame. So much sadness and rage had been building within him for years on end, forced to keep a brave face, smile, joke, visit. He watched his mother die a little day by day, unable to do a damn thing about it. What kind of son was he? A fucking disgraceful one.Clashing thoughts filled his mind, glimpses of rage and despair. His jaw tightened, and he could've sworn he was moments away from chipping a tooth.‘ It's time to move on, ‘the foreign voice said."Move on?" Darius repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm.‘ Come on, son. It's what she would've-- ‘That's when his memory faded, and everything went black. When he came to, Darius found himself standing amidst a sea of violence. His father lay beaten and battered on the ground before him, his face unrecognizable. His uncles and cousins tried to stop him, but Darius was blind with rage. They too were left battered and beaten, deserving much worse. It was a blur of fists, kicks, and screams as he fought to release the pent-up anger that had been brewing within him for years.The red light called to him, pulling him out of the rage-induced frenzy. Darius looked down at his hands, which were cut up and bruised from the violence he had just inflicted. His white collar was splattered with blood, but not a drop of it was his own. It was... euphoric. It was justified.His eyes were pulled away from the mess he had made, locking onto the source of the bright red light. A red ring floated before him, only further enhancing the rage within him."Darius Jones of Earth, you have great rage in your heart. You belong to the Red Lantern Corps... "
