Darius woke up on this day, feeling refreshed and chipper. Gunner was still snoring heavily on the bed beside him, which made the young man shake his head with a sigh.
Darius was now 18 years old, the perfect age he hoped for since it was the moral equilibrium for him to partake in many events. Not only that, his increased height and perfected looks from his prime made him feel truly complete.
He still had light brown skin, slicked-back black hair that reached the nape of his neck, and an angular face that angled into a soft chin. Darius' features were, as before, quite soft and androgynous. He looked more like some pretty boy that needed a beating than an old soul that was enjoying a second life.
His height had gone from barely 5'4 to 6'0, which was enough to make him seem much older than he actually was. Instead of wearing a noble attire, he had learned to just stick with the polymer suit.
