Post by Fox on Aug 21, 2010 18:33:38 GMT -8
Name: Silvanus (Sil’as)
Nickname: Silas
Age: 21 (Late spring)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual. He couldn't care less whether you're male or female or something in between, but thus far Silas hasn't been much interested in anyone beyond flirtation or a casual tumble.
Rank: Candidate, Apothecary, Small time con artist.
Location: Eyrie
Personality:
Silvanus is, when compared to his brother, quite obviously the good twin. More often than not, he’s clever, charming, calm, and more than willing to help out if a hand is needed. However, what most people don’t understand is that though he might be the good brother (and he admits as such), it doesn’t mean that he’s an angel. Far from it. Silas tends to manipulate people. He likes to. He uses his charm and his wit and, yes, even his looks to get his way, not because he can’t do it himself, but simply because he enjoys convincing others to do it for him.
Linked to the penchant for being manipulative is a rather odd sense of morality and honour. This young man will happily charm young milkmaids into giving him their hard earned buckets, and will have no qualms about convincing elderly ladies to buy miracle products that are basically sugar and water. He does this all without batting an eye, but hidden behind the pair of cunning black eyes and sly smile is a sense of chivalry that will not be repressed. Only he is allowed to con them out of their last penny. If Silas happens to see a woman or a child being treated as anything less than an equal, he will step in straight away, regardless of danger to himself. He is fiercely protective of anything that he views as his, irrespective of whether they’re friends, belongings, family or some random stranger that he has picked up for the moment.
Silas doesn’t do things for the money. In fact, if he knows that a con of his would be harmful to someone beyond hope of recovery, he likely will not carry it out. It takes all the fun out of things; knowing he’s actually hurt someone badly through it. And that’s really why he does these things; Silas is a thrill-seeker through and through. The excitement of a successful job matters more to him than any diasks he might get in exchange.
Of course, someone in his line of work would have to have a true gift for the gab; a silver tongue. Silas can talk circles around people with no problem; he’s alert and observant enough to know what buttons to push and just how hard in order to turn a person round to his way of thinking. Sometimes though, he talks himself into a corner with his intricate stories and convincing charisma. He has made mistakes before with getting his false facts mixed up and such. Occasionally they led to bruising and brawls in back alleys, or angry women demanding their money back, but in every case Silas proved himself to be extremely cool, verging on cold-blooded, in a crisis despite the fact that his defensive prowess is somewhat lacking for a person who likes to straddle the line between good and bad. When roused, his anger is terrifyingly calm, calculative and unmistakable vengeful; the kind that puts shivers down a person’s spine and makes them look twice in the shadows about their bedrooms at night. Crossing Silas is not something that should be done if you value your lives.
Silas is generally quite a sociable person, though it's difficult to be sure of whether or not he’s just doing it to try and coerce you into a situation beneficial to him. He has a sarcastic brand of humour, and is generally pretty quick to poke fun (this and his frankly being a bit of a manipulative ass has resulted in more than a few enemies whom he ignores), but there is a more serious side of himself that he shows to very few people; one of those being his twin brother, Sly. Silas understands human nature all too well; he knows that things are never as hunky dory as they seem, and that humans can be cruel, selfish creatures. He tends to expect the worst of people because of this; and often he is kinder to animals than he is to people, . Animals are not cruel (with the exception of the xymokoxi, maybe). Animals won’t trick you. It might seem somewhat hypocritical for him to think that, considering all the ‘miracle potions’ that he keeps on his shelves beside the actual cures, but from a young age Silas was of the mindset that people would screw you over. So do it to them before they do it to you. Ultimately, though, for those who manage to worm their way into his small circle of close friends, Silas will overlook a lot for a person, though he isn’t very vocal about affection.
He is also, surprisingly, quite a responsible fellow. Despite the fact that he is the younger twin by a few minutes, Silas acts very much like the older one of the pair, as he was the one always dragging his brother out of bars or wading into fights to haul Sly out by the collar. In those situations, he acts more like a parent than a brother; ordering his wayward twin back to the house they share despite knowing that the order will not be followed. He dislikes violence very much and disapproves highly of his brother’s magnetism for it; though he is not naïve enough to believe that peace on the world is possible. Honestly, Silas would just like everyone to get along, even if they only shut up and pretend to do so in his presence.
But, however much he might take his responsibilities seriously, Silas doesn’t do very well with rules and regulations. His is a very flexible, easygoing method of doing things, and he dislikes very much being hemmed in by authority. He can be a team player if he wants to be, but the only thing that makes him reluctant is his tendency towards questioning leaders and pointing out flaws in reasoning and solutions. At these times, his intelligence can prove to be a bane, and it would be a rare man or woman who manages to earn his respect as a leader. Needless to say, patience with idiots is also something that Silas lacks.
Appearance:
The first thing that a person usually notices about Silas is his mouth and his smile. It is a pretty mouth; surely more suited to grace the face of a woman rather than a man, but Silas takes pride in it. His mouth is his trade; it can spew silver words and spin tall tales just as easily as it can smirk or laugh. Mobile and full-lipped yet small, it is easy to catch him with his mouth pulled into a smirk or a charming grin, displaying small white teeth. The slightly prominent nature of his canines, while hardly vampiric, lend his smile a certain devilishness that Silas tends to take full advantage of.
Next are his eyes. If they are brown, then they are so dark a brown that the colour is almost not visible; rather, it is easier to describe them as a deep, sloe black. Set under low, sweeping brows, they are more often than not lidded in sly amusement or satisfaction, and are, actually the most expressive part of Silas’s face. He knows this, of course, and utilizes them to the utmost; with only the barest widening of his eyes and slight raising of his eyebrows he can transform his entire face from a chill, sneering mask to the absolute picture of innocence.
Those are the main points of interest on his face; they draw the eye when he speaks, and Silas likes to keep them there rather than let the rest of him make an impression. In truth, he stands at a taller-than-average height of 6’1” and is generally of a stocky build. Most of his height comes from a pair of long legs, but his shoulders and torso are broad, though not particularly well-muscled. He keeps himself in generally good shape, because quite frankly, Silas is vain. He wears his brown hair slightly long, fussing with it for almost as long every morning as any woman, and is often obsessively well-dressed in fine shirts, trousers and boots polished to a shine. It’s so much easier to work, after all, when you don’t look as if you’ve just crawled out of a gutter. The only thing that Silas leaves be is the stubble on his chin. Most days, it is a perpetual shadow darkening his jaw, and at one point he even tried growing it into a beard, but it itched too much and was too much of a hassle, so Silas just sticks to stubble. It makes him look good, or so he thinks.
Family:
Gael, missing presumed dead- Father
Cyan, missing presumed dead- Mother
Sylvester, 21- Brother (Played by Crow)
Graham, 61 - Foster father, Mentor
Pets:
The Lady Victoria Fluffypaws- Affectionately known as Lady, and based off of an orange and white Maine Coon. Her name was a silly joke that, unfortunately, stuck. She’s a large creature, who adores her master to no end, and is generally decent enough with people (if a little stand-offish) but is apt to quite suddenly decide that she dislikes someone. It’s quite unexplainable, really. She just wandered into the shop one day when Silas was seventeen, sat down by the fire and never left. Furthermore, she’s the only female to ever make a lasting impression on Silas’s life, and he adores her. The other people in his family not so much. Other nicknames include ‘It’ (Graham) and ‘Puss’ (Sly).
(I intend to buy her later if Silas is accepted. ^^)
History:
In the 36th year of the humans settling on Pohono, a pair of beautiful, healthy baby boys arrived in full squalling style to Gael and Cyan, a simple Chydyn storekeeper and his wife. The birth was a surprisingly easy one, though that didn’t stop the feisty housewife from threatening her husband’s death in many extremely creative ways when she found that she would be delivering another child directly after the first. Still, within two hours the ordeal was over, and each twin nestled in infantile contentment within the protective circle of a parent. Gael held his eldest son carefully, as if the child would break if he so much as sneezed, all the while safely ensconced in an armchair to ensure that he didn’t fall over from nerves and endanger the baby. Cyan cradled her second child; the younger brother by a few minutes and already fussing where his brother remained calm and unfazed by the world.
They were named Sylvester and Silvanus, and that early glimpse into their personalities would hold true for years to come.
Mischief and trouble seemed to be attracted to the pair; from a very early age they were embroiled in a dozen and one things that made their parents tear out their hair in frustration. Their neighbour’s cantankerous old dog ended up painted blue, pink and yellow while he slept and the mud that Silas and Sly tracked in that evening was suspiciously multi-coloured. The apple tree that hung so tantalizingly over the fence was one day bare of fruit quite suddenly, and the twins were in bed with a bellyache. The bully boy across the street found that everyone snickered when he walked past because of a suspicious rumour saying that he wet his bed every night, but there was a glaring lack of two grinning identical faces in the crowd. The boys did everything together and soon it was unheard of to see the one without the other. They were ‘Silas and Sly’, one entity.
They loved each other, loved their parents, and few other people besides. Sly, though he was the older brother, tended to give way to Silas a lot, letting his cheeky, charming little sibling have his toys or share his treats. Silas even began to take a leading role in many of the pranks that they executed; hence the first order of naming that people unknowingly graced him with. Silas and Sly worked so much better than Sly and Silas, after all. He was a cocky little fellow, even at the age of eight, but undeniably brilliant at getting his own way, while his brother was quieter, more serious, but just as devious. It had to be said that neither parent saw much wrong with their children; partly because to a large extent the twins seemed to embody much of their father’s personality. So they were loved and spoiled at home, and outside they ran wild almost with their parents’ blessings.
Things changed when the boys were ten. Their parents went on a trip to Sayaie, to visit relatives and perhaps pick up a few new products for the little family store. It wasn’t a new occurrence, and as such neither Silas nor Sly really took that much interest in it. They missed their parents, but in a manner typical of little boys, they focused instead on the problem that related immediately to themselves; their dear old Uncle Graham.
Gael and Cyan would never have dreamed of taking their two precious sons on the journey with them. Koxi were not yet so rare that travelling could be considered safe. So instead the twins found themselves in the care of an old friend of the family, whom they called ‘Uncle’ out of courtesy and not through any blood relation(and, incidentally, the neighbour whose dog they had erhem… decorated). Graham ran the apothecary in their section of Chydyn. He was by no means the only one, but he ran a thriving business indeed, and was a stern, no-nonsense sort of man who had no patience for the twin devils who had been left in his care. Under his iron rule, Silas and Sly found that they had little room to manoeuvre. Silas in particular butted heads with the man; the little boy was headstrong, and he knew he was charming, so the fact that nothing seemed to work on this Stupid Evil Funspoiler grated strongly. The younger twin was the main source of the arguments in Graham’s house while the twins were staying there, as Silas questioned everything from the overbearing house rules to the food that was served for dinner. The boy could not wait until their parents got home so that he and his brother could finally go back to doing whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. And because he loved his parents, of course. That too.
However, the set date for the return came and passed with no sign of their parents. There wasn’t even a message to say that they had been delayed. Nothing. Graham told the boys that there was nothing to worry about; that delays happened on any journey. Silas knew this, of course. He was ten years old and practically grown up! He wasn’t stupid, you know. He passed the time grumbling to Sly, planning revenge on the SEF and waiting with bated breath for the familiar cart and horse to pull up in front of Graham’s door.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.
By the time the third month with no news rolled around, the atmosphere in the house, so lively before, was bleak. After Gael and Cyan had been gone for two weeks, search parties had been dispatched, mostly at Graham’s insistence and because people looked at the pale, worried faces of the storekeeper’s boys and took pity on the poor dears. But search efforts turned up nothing. No sign of the cart, or of their faithful old mare, Star. No sign of the little boys’ parents. They had left Sayaie on the appointed day, but somewhere along the road from Sayaie to Chydyn, they disappeared without a trace. It could have been a xymokoxi attack, or it could just as easily have been bandits. Either way, when a year had passed with no word, the pair were reluctantly declared dead, leaving the twins Sylvester and Silvanus orphaned, but thankfully not alone because they had each other. Graham adopted the boys as his own, and Uncle he remained, though a father’s role he assumed, perhaps better than Gael himself.
It took a long time- a very long time- but eventually Silas and Sly began to move on. Neither really believed that their parents were dead, but they coped with the loss and separation. Graham taught them new things; they learned his trade of medicines and supplies and herbs, as well as the companion job of going out to gather supplies. The older man was of the old-fashioned sort who liked to go and pick his own products; go hiking in the woods for days to find this leaf and that tree bark to cart home in a sack. It was here that the twins began to move in different directions, their interests being caught by different aspects of the profession. Silas liked people; he liked talking to them and promoting products (something he was better at than Graham) and generally being a charming sod. He took easily to the position at the front counter, and even though he was only eleven, he sponged up the various properties and uses of the products as if they were water. He did not like the boring job of obtaining the products; going out to find them or cutting bargains with the ones who did. That job Sly took over with enthusiasm; he preferred to let Silas deal with the pesky people.
Years came and went, and the boys turned into men. There was too much of the daredevil in them both for them to completely settle into their foster father’s life of rules and routine, and soon enough they got into their own kinds of trouble. Silas, who manned the front counter most days, occasionally convinced and charmed ladies- and the occasional man- into buying things that they didn’t need, or selling them products that were not inventoried in the store logbooks. There was no harm in it, not really. Silas liked to trick them, blinker them, turn them around to his way of thinking. He thrived on the thrill more than the money he made.
Traveling to Eyrie was Silas’s idea. He had heard of the new settlement, and was secretly fascinated by the idea of simourvs (partly a lingering interest due to the belief that the twins’ parents had been taken by koxi). It wasn’t hard for the seasoned charmer to convince his brother to come with him. It was considerably more difficult to get Uncle Graham to agree, but nothing really needs to be said about that long and difficult feud besides that Silas got his way eventually. It would be great! Finally, a chance to set up shop on their own and get out from under the SEF’s hawk eyes. Silas didn’t waste any time once permission had been granted. He and his brother were packed and ready to leave by the end of the week, and ended up joining a group of traders headed for the Eyrie to set up a shop with them for the period of time they were there. It didn't take much to cement their decision to stay, though; once they'd arrived, there was too much going on at Eyrie for them to want to go back to Chydyn. Silas was free to sell his frauds beside his actual medicinal supplies, and Sly was free to go off and do whatever it was that he did when he wasn’t with his brother.
They hadn’t been there long when the Hatching, the momentous first Hatching that Eyrie had ever seen, occurred. Everyone was in a flurry of excitement and activity, and Silas was no exception. He watched the baby simourvs- so small in comparison to the older ones, but some still longer than Silas was tall- tumble about the nesting sands to choose their riders from his position clumped uncomfortably with the other spectators. For once, there was envy on his face, clear as the day. He wanted that. But Silas was realistic enough to not dwell on it, and after the ordeal was over, he went back to his and his brother’s little shop and put the simourvs and the envy as far out of his mind as possible.
Desired Colour: Surprise me~
Undesired Color: None
Reasoning: No preference.
Injury/Mauling: Have at him. Though I’m pretty okay if he doesn’t bond at this hatching. More time to play him as a candidate~
Other:
^ For the avatar. :]
