Darius' mother was the youngest daughter of a minor merchant house in Magnimar, one who specialized in the trading of rare and exotic goods. One day an Elf came to the shop inquiring of a particular herb rarely found on the surface world. They happened to have some in stock, but the Elf requested it be delivered to his room at the inn four blocks away, after sundown. His mother noticed that something seemed to be off of this particular Elf, and volunteered to deliver the herb.
When she arrived at the room, she heard strange voices coming from the other side. She knocked on the door and admitted into the room, where she saw the Elf..... and a Drow. Before she could scream, the Elf put his hand over her mouth and pushed her against the wall. His skin then turned black and revealed that he was also a Drow. Her eyes went wide with horror as some of the tales she heard of these vile creatures began to run through her mind. The other Drow spoke in a language she never heard before, then laughed. The one that had her pinned smiled and responded while pulling a dagger from his belt. She closed her eyes, expecting to die. Then the laughter stopped and was replaced by a gurgling sound. She opened one eye and saw the other Drow grasping at the dagger embedded in his throat, then collapsing to the floor.
Removing his hand from her mouth, the remaining Drow said, "I can't go back to the Darklands. Not after seeing the beauty of the night sky. Help me, please. I would forever be in your debt."
Thinking like a merchant, that is to say, thinking that having an ally like this drop right in her lap was too advantageous to just walk away, she accepted.
For the next three years, she kept him hidden. And during that time he performed may tasks to further her families holdings. And she also started to developing a romance with the Drow. They fell in love and he taught her the Drow language. When she became pregnant with his child they began to make arrangements to leave Magnimar. Those plans fell through when it was discovered that a Drow was in the city. He was hunted down and killed in the streets. She was, however, able to collect his two-bladed sword and flee to Nybor.
Growing up, Darius was told many tales of his father's exploits, taught the Drow language, and learned how to use his father's sword. As a young adult, Darius spent many a night at the local tavern, hearing tales of magnificent beasts and flirting with the barmaids. Of course, playing the flute helped to win their affections.
Then came the night he came home to find his mother being feed upon by the largest wolf he had ever seen. It had a scar slashed across its right eye and missing half of its left ear. It looked at him with its one deep red eye. Darius could have sworn that there was a malevolence that was not natural. Before he could kill it, the beast leaped out of the broken window and escaped.
Darius has been hunting, what he now knows as a Worg, for eight years now.
