Name: Silas (sigh-lass)
Name Meaning: From the forest Nickname: Ghost Age: Adult (roughly 30) Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Aromantic Career/Job: Leader of "Barbaros" Tribe |
Crush: None, Open
Mate: None Kits: None yet ~breeding slot 1; ~breeding slot 2; ~breeding slot 3; CS Link: click OOC Family Tree: click |
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~personality briefing~
my little ragtag family is protected by the mystery surrounding my being. kalons all across the country of kratos have heard rumors of my existence, and since no one besides me could tell you what is fact and what is fiction, it keeps us away from most dangers. i have been alive for nearly half a century now, and feel the same as i did when i was "young". it is said that i am immortal, and while i do not know for sure, i have already had a much longer lifespan than many kals. i show no signs of "slowing down" with age, as they say. it is said that the goddess of witchcraft, rhian, herself, gifted me upon my birth with this ability to not age, as well as with the very magic that runs through my veins. this is something that i believe myself, for nothing else explains my oddities, my gifts. i do not know why rhian chose me, but i will forever be honored that she decided to bestow such talents upon myself.
i have had the incredible honor of meeting rhian, face to face you could say. i believe i may be one of the only kalons to know what she actually looks like. she is both the most gorgeous and the most terrifying kalon i have ever laid my eyes upon; she looks like a walking skeleton, and yet there is a beauty about her that is utterly haunting. she first came to me in my dreams when i was a teenager, beginning to struggle to control and use my powers, and she helped me. she told me that before i was born, she was drawn to me. she felt something special about me, about my spirit and aura specifically, and when she looked into the future, she saw that i was capable of greatness, in her mind's eyes. that is the only explanation she ever gave me, and i learned which questions to ask and which not to ask. she still comes to me in dreams on occasion when i seek her out nowadays.
we, that is, the tribe and i, are not pursued by the military or the government; we are not punished for our "crimes" (which consist mainly of thievery/stealing/burglary/robbery, but also the occasional fight/brawl/attack). kalons lay eyes on me and they claim to see a demi-god; oh yes, i have been called the child of the goddess rhian, and just as she is feared, so am i. i am a legend within the country, a bedtime story told to kits to strike both fear and awe, and a warning given to weary travelers to keep their eyes open. while none outside of my chosen family of barbaros know my true name, to the outside world i am known as ghost, which is some sort of magical creature of legend and myth, or so i am told. when i walk, i am surrounded by a dark mist, and my pawprints tend to leave plants, mainly helleborne flowers, in their wake. do not worry about the safety of my family; i can "turn it off" when the need to be sneaky or hidden arises. it is simply a symbol that i have been to a place, that i am responsible for something; i will leave a trail of helleborne flowers behind.
my little ragtag family is protected by the mystery surrounding my being. kalons all across the country of kratos have heard rumors of my existence, and since no one besides me could tell you what is fact and what is fiction, it keeps us away from most dangers. i have been alive for nearly half a century now, and feel the same as i did when i was "young". it is said that i am immortal, and while i do not know for sure, i have already had a much longer lifespan than many kals. i show no signs of "slowing down" with age, as they say. it is said that the goddess of witchcraft, rhian, herself, gifted me upon my birth with this ability to not age, as well as with the very magic that runs through my veins. this is something that i believe myself, for nothing else explains my oddities, my gifts. i do not know why rhian chose me, but i will forever be honored that she decided to bestow such talents upon myself.
i have had the incredible honor of meeting rhian, face to face you could say. i believe i may be one of the only kalons to know what she actually looks like. she is both the most gorgeous and the most terrifying kalon i have ever laid my eyes upon; she looks like a walking skeleton, and yet there is a beauty about her that is utterly haunting. she first came to me in my dreams when i was a teenager, beginning to struggle to control and use my powers, and she helped me. she told me that before i was born, she was drawn to me. she felt something special about me, about my spirit and aura specifically, and when she looked into the future, she saw that i was capable of greatness, in her mind's eyes. that is the only explanation she ever gave me, and i learned which questions to ask and which not to ask. she still comes to me in dreams on occasion when i seek her out nowadays.
we, that is, the tribe and i, are not pursued by the military or the government; we are not punished for our "crimes" (which consist mainly of thievery/stealing/burglary/robbery, but also the occasional fight/brawl/attack). kalons lay eyes on me and they claim to see a demi-god; oh yes, i have been called the child of the goddess rhian, and just as she is feared, so am i. i am a legend within the country, a bedtime story told to kits to strike both fear and awe, and a warning given to weary travelers to keep their eyes open. while none outside of my chosen family of barbaros know my true name, to the outside world i am known as ghost, which is some sort of magical creature of legend and myth, or so i am told. when i walk, i am surrounded by a dark mist, and my pawprints tend to leave plants, mainly helleborne flowers, in their wake. do not worry about the safety of my family; i can "turn it off" when the need to be sneaky or hidden arises. it is simply a symbol that i have been to a place, that i am responsible for something; i will leave a trail of helleborne flowers behind.
poetic backstory;
just because someone comes from a life of tragedy,
does not mean they will always live in anguish or agony.
hope is a light that shines brightest in the darkness.
do not let the pain change you to become heartless.
while some may consider my path in life to be wrong,
i know in my heart it is what i was meant to do, all along.
most call me ghost, but my name is silas,
and if you will listen, i have a story for you.
the story of how one, so lost and alone,
managed to find himself a true home.
of how a scared little boy, left
"thrown to the wolves",
was later found by a pack,
who placed him on the throne.
so, have i caught your attention?
have i caused you intrigue? well now, if
you'll listen, see how i came to control the league...
my story begins, as most do, at the day of my birth.
i was born to two kalons who thought that i had no worth.
my parents were normal; nothing strange about them.
and yet there was me, a little kit as odd as can be,
a horrible burden that they wished never to see.
they were two simple farmers, trying to "climb the ladder".
i was nothing to them, aside from the cause of idle chatter.
and so, at the age of one year old, i was left in the woods,
as my parents moved on, to far wealthier neighborhoods.
it rained for three days; three cold and dark days,
and if i'm being honest, the memory is now all a haze.
as i lay there, shivering, soaked down to my bones,
i cried my throat raw, falling asleep on my assumed gravestone.
the next thing i knew, i woke up, it was warm,
with the sun beating down on my small body's form.
there was a small group of kalons, a half dozen or so,
who were looking down at me, like i was some sort of show.
i was terrified at first, thought i was going to die,
but this rag-tag group soon gave me a reason to thrive.
"we are but a tribe of wanderers, we are the bárbaros.
while not the family born to, we offer a family you chose."
the female who spoke radiated power, yet her eyes were kind.
i knew within a moment, this was the best home i would find.
from that day on, she was my ima, my mother;
and her large, peaceful mate was my abba, my father.
there was mason and larson, the silly twin brothers,
also kailaia, the small, gentle one afraid of the thunder.
finally, there was zachariah, the clever, devious one, who
showed me immediately how to work but still have fun.
as time progressed, i learned each of their stories,
found out none of us fit into the predetermined categories.
and because of that, we were cast out, seen as 'others',
a group of 'undesirables', who found home in one another.
you see, laws were meant to be bent, even broken.
the words that came into your head, must be spoken.
actions based on feelings mean you think with your heart,
and anyone who dislikes that should be cast out; abort!
nothing is better than being true to yourself;
you are you, you're not crazy, nor do you need 'help'.
we traveled the country, staying in no place very long,
and yet, in those tents under the stars, they made me
see that absolutely nothing could go possibly wrong.
some called us thieves, barbarians, even traitors;
come now, we were just putting food on our table.
yes we stole things, conned people, caused mayhem, etc;
whose to judge what makes one person's life so much better?
its been many years now, since that first fateful day,
and my abba & ima have long since passed away.
decades have passed; we're now nearing a half-century,
while the originals are gone, we are strong as can be.
our tribe of barbaros now has thirty, maybe forty;
is it crazy to say I haven't aged a day over twenty?
perhaps this was my purpose, the reason for my 'gifts'
to create a loving family for those who once were
incredibly down in their spirits.
just because someone comes from a life of tragedy,
does not mean they will always live in anguish or agony.
hope is a light that shines brightest in the darkness.
do not let the pain change you to become heartless.
while some may consider my path in life to be wrong,
i know in my heart it is what i was meant to do, all along.
most call me ghost, but my name is silas,
and if you will listen, i have a story for you.
the story of how one, so lost and alone,
managed to find himself a true home.
of how a scared little boy, left
"thrown to the wolves",
was later found by a pack,
who placed him on the throne.
so, have i caught your attention?
have i caused you intrigue? well now, if
you'll listen, see how i came to control the league...
my story begins, as most do, at the day of my birth.
i was born to two kalons who thought that i had no worth.
my parents were normal; nothing strange about them.
and yet there was me, a little kit as odd as can be,
a horrible burden that they wished never to see.
they were two simple farmers, trying to "climb the ladder".
i was nothing to them, aside from the cause of idle chatter.
and so, at the age of one year old, i was left in the woods,
as my parents moved on, to far wealthier neighborhoods.
it rained for three days; three cold and dark days,
and if i'm being honest, the memory is now all a haze.
as i lay there, shivering, soaked down to my bones,
i cried my throat raw, falling asleep on my assumed gravestone.
the next thing i knew, i woke up, it was warm,
with the sun beating down on my small body's form.
there was a small group of kalons, a half dozen or so,
who were looking down at me, like i was some sort of show.
i was terrified at first, thought i was going to die,
but this rag-tag group soon gave me a reason to thrive.
"we are but a tribe of wanderers, we are the bárbaros.
while not the family born to, we offer a family you chose."
the female who spoke radiated power, yet her eyes were kind.
i knew within a moment, this was the best home i would find.
from that day on, she was my ima, my mother;
and her large, peaceful mate was my abba, my father.
there was mason and larson, the silly twin brothers,
also kailaia, the small, gentle one afraid of the thunder.
finally, there was zachariah, the clever, devious one, who
showed me immediately how to work but still have fun.
as time progressed, i learned each of their stories,
found out none of us fit into the predetermined categories.
and because of that, we were cast out, seen as 'others',
a group of 'undesirables', who found home in one another.
you see, laws were meant to be bent, even broken.
the words that came into your head, must be spoken.
actions based on feelings mean you think with your heart,
and anyone who dislikes that should be cast out; abort!
nothing is better than being true to yourself;
you are you, you're not crazy, nor do you need 'help'.
we traveled the country, staying in no place very long,
and yet, in those tents under the stars, they made me
see that absolutely nothing could go possibly wrong.
some called us thieves, barbarians, even traitors;
come now, we were just putting food on our table.
yes we stole things, conned people, caused mayhem, etc;
whose to judge what makes one person's life so much better?
its been many years now, since that first fateful day,
and my abba & ima have long since passed away.
decades have passed; we're now nearing a half-century,
while the originals are gone, we are strong as can be.
our tribe of barbaros now has thirty, maybe forty;
is it crazy to say I haven't aged a day over twenty?
perhaps this was my purpose, the reason for my 'gifts'
to create a loving family for those who once were
incredibly down in their spirits.