Post by Silas on Aug 11, 2016 20:00:41 GMT
Name: Logan Silas Vincent (Goes exclusively by Silas. No one knows his first name.)
Age: Thirty-two ( June 27th, 1984 )
Species: Werewolf
Height: Six foot, one inch
Weight: One ninety
Appearance: Fit with ropy muscles that are visible without being overtly bulky. He does work out, but not enough for his muscles to stand out a great deal. He seems pretty lean for the most part, the muscles only truly evident when he takes his shirt off. He has broad shoulders and a lean, slim waist. His skin is slightly tan, or as much as it can be without Silas ever actually going out into the sun. There are freckles sporadically splashed across his skin. He has large hands, and a very defined face. He holds himself straight; walks with a confidence that his professional position provides him.
His hair is dark and kept short if he can help it. The shade is somewhere between dark brown and black on any given day. He doesn't really do much to his hair, so he tries to keep it cut pretty short if he can. He has thick eyebrows framing a pair of interesting looking eyes. Overall, his expressive eyes are green. From the center outwards spirals brown flecked with gold. His eyes are probably the most expressive part of him. He can attain some wild looks by lifting his eyebrows and making his eyes very wide. Silas' lips are full and are more at home with a frown than they are with a smile. His facial hair, when not shaved is kept trimmed. He has a perpetual splash of stubble across his cheeks.
As far as dress goes, one will never catch him out in public without a suit on. He is absolutely immaculate at the worst of times, his suits clean and pressed to perfection. He owns jeans and t-shirts, but he doesn't wear them. At home, he will simply sport boxers unless someone is over...and let's face it, no one comes over often. Everything about Silas is clean and perfect.
Personality: Silas is an interesting blend of extremes. He does nothing in moderation. At work he is cool and professional. At home he is volatile and bound to blow up at the least provocation. In actuality, Silas is constantly hanging on by an emotional thread. He steers clear from the company of others if he can help it, preferring to live in the seclusion of his own bubble if at all possible. He has never been able to grasp the nuances of socializing with other people, even before he was turned into a monster, so he prefers to not have to. He has no choice at work and is cordial to his patients if not overly kind to them. He lacks a bedside manner, and will just as calmly tell a woman that she is pregnant as she will tell her that she is going to die. His empathy seemingly leaves something to be desired.
Inside, Silas is brimming with emotion and compassion, something that isn't readily visible from the outside in. He keeps it bottled up and out of sight in fear of what might happen. He opens up to no one. The man hides his emotion with a gruffness that old men would envy. Perpetually grumpy bordering on downright mean, no one would suspect what is lying beneath. He keeps everyone at a distance when he is irrevocably broken inside, constantly afraid. Despite how hard he tries to control his emotion and every single aspect of his life and personality, when he is feeling particularly emotional, it is impossible to hide. It is at these times that the man wears his heart on his sleeve, and at these times when he is the most vulnerable and tries to get away from people with a panic that is borne almost completely from the animal that is constantly lurking within his chest.
Silas hates being touched. He has been known to beat someone to a pulp for touching him. Luckily, most people, whether he knows them or not can get away with only being punched in the face. If they start a fight with him, he will mostly try to hold himself back, but he has been known to snap; ruled as the man is by his emotions. If he knows someone, and they touch him, they may get a milder reaction out of the man, but touching Silas will inevitably end with the man freaking out. He will rarely touch people of his own will, but if he does, they mean something special to him. Though he doesn't open up easily, to those very few people he does open up to, he is intensely loyal and will defend them with a fervor and a passion. Though he tries to keep himself isolated, the beast is a pack animal and it amplifies Silas' natural longing for companionship and neediness. Though Silas prefers to keep the animalistic side of himself tightly locked down and controlled at all times.
Tw; Death and lots of abuse
History: Silas' childhood, at least early on, was picture perfect. His father was strict but not unkind and his mother was loving. Logan, the oldest child out of three, absolutely adored his mother. They were a happy family. She even had another child after Silas. Elijah was born two years after Logan, and the older boy reveled in having a younger brother. As soon as Elijah was old enough to walk on his own, Logan was taking the younger boy off on adventures, much to the chagrin of Logan's father, who wanted to control what the boys did. Their mother, Lucille, soothed whatever fears the man had. They were prefect for each other. She smoothed Daniel's jagged edges and he kept things as under control as he could. At first, Logan was an unerringly kind boy. He loved his family above everything else, and tried to help people wherever he could. He even had a soft spot for animals. Those days, he had no idea what he wanted to be when he grew up, but the building blocks for someone who cared and who wanted to help and fix people and animals whenever he could were being silently set into place.
Then his mother got sick.
At first, her sickness wasn't readily apparent. She was feeling badly a lot of the time, and though she wanted another child, she and Daniel were having a difficult time conceiving another child. For years they tried, but Logan hadn't been aware of their struggle. He was having too much fun being a child and spending time with his brother. He was an attentive boy in school, exceedingly intelligent if not particularly creative. It was clear from a very early age that he was meant for great things if given the right motivator and push in the right direction. Unfortunately, fate can be a fickle bitch and things were about to take a downwards turn for Logan and his happy family. The upside came when Lucille finally got pregnant and had a little girl. She was perfect in every way. Destined to be small her entire life and with blonde hair and blue eyes like her mother. She was clearly the apple of her father's eye. Lillian. Afterwards, it was apparent why Lucille was having such a hard time getting pregnant. Cancer. The woman's dislike of doctors had kept her from going to see why she was feeling tired and generally pretty terrible most of the time...but she went when she was sick and tired of being sick and tired all the time.
Though she put up an admirable fight, the cancer was already too far advanced for the doctors to really do much to help her. They tried everything. Chemo, radiation, pills, injections. In the end, the cancer was far too aggressive and they had to resign themselves to knowing she wasn't going to make it. She passed away within the year, leaving her devastated husband with two sons and an infant daughter to raise. To Daniel's credit, he tried very hard at first. He was shocked and numb from his wife's death, but he couldn't help himself but blame his children, even if they hadn't had a part in their mother's death. Daniel closed in on himself, but what the children didn't see was that he was an emotional timebomb that was about to go off.
And go off he did. Angry and without Lucille to control him any longer, he let his grief and rage consume him. He got angry at the least little provocation and began to beat the children. The children, who had always had a relatively happy childhood before this, and who were recovering from the loss of their mother, were not prepared for this turn of events. They had no idea what they were doing to set their father off and at the beginning, they were all beat, and the only thing that stopped their father was the alcohol that he drank to pass out with.
In time, they learned to tread very carefully around their volatile father, and for a very small amount of time, things were, while not ideal, decent. Daniel would get home from work, the children would try to stay out of his way and he would be passed out from drinking by nine. Of course, Logan, as the oldest, tried his damdest to make sure that his siblings weren't doing anything to set his father off, but he was only a child, and there was only so much he could do. One day, in a drunken rage, Daniel pushed four year old Lillian down the stairs. Logan had tried his best to protect his siblings, but he was only ten, and he hadn't seen this coming. The child died. Logan was devastated, and Daniel ordered them to tell the cops that what had happened was an accident. Filled with even more grief and fear, they complied, though they knew the truth and it haunted the boys their whole life. Logan in particular. He was supposed to protect her. Supposed to make sure his father didn't kill her.
It was then, when Logan was ten, that he started to stand up to his father in earnest. He was damned if Elijah was going to meet the same fate as their sister, and he tried to fight his father back. But a ten year old boy against a full grown man fueled by alcohol and rage are hardly fair odds and this only ended with Logan's beatings being more and more vicious, to the point where he was using objects to hurt the child. At least Logan's' actions were having their intended effect. He was saving his younger brother by taking the brunt of the beatings...even if the beatings were morphing the child into a thin shell of the kind boy he used to be. He learned to fear people, and to keep to himself to keep himself safe. In saving his brother, a part of Logan died. It was around this time that he started trying out going by his middle name in school. In high school, he was a recluse. A mysterious boy who never spoke to anyone and kept to himself. He was perfecting his 'don't fuck with me' aura, and for the most part, it worked. There were kids who talked behind his back, the rumor mill in full effect. One girl didn't listen though, and though it took some time for Logan to trust her, he told her his name was Silas and the girl, Jessica, soon became the kid's first girlfriend.
At home, things still sucked. Daniel beat them and Logan tried to keep Elijah from getting hurt. Jessica had no idea but was rapidly getting fed up with how secretive Silas was being about his family. One day when she saw one of the scars he'd tried so fervently to keep hidden, she wouldn't take no for an answer. Silas couldn't sidestep this. He took her home with him. And god, Jessica was good about everything. She tried to get Silas to go to the police, but he was as stubborn as she was and he told her no countless times. He even made her swear on their relationship that she wouldn't. He would deal with his father when he was ready. In Jessica, Silas had his reprieve from his father, and he could pretend that he was Silas...not Logan.
For a few more years, this cycle continued. Silas never got the courage to go to the police. He was desperate to keep what remained of his family together. Maybe a part of him thought he could fix his father...but he never had. The night before his high school graduation, Elijah pulled Silas aside and made him promise that when he graduated, he would leave and never look back. The younger boy could see the toll this was taking on his older brother, and despite Silas' desperate desire to protect his brother, he grudgingly agreed. The next day he graduated and tried to avoid Jessica. The girl cornered him afterwards and demanded an explanation. Silas didn't give her one. The night ended with Silas leaving her sobbing, heart broken, on the sidewalk as he left town and, true to his word, never looked back.
He was accepted into Washington University, pre-med. He started going exclusively by his middle name in an attempt to escape his past. Silas lived this way, never talking about his past to anyone. He submerged himself into his studies, determined to be the best at anything he set his mind to. It was almost like he was too broken to associate with anyone else in a healthy manner. He started acting out, sleeping around with whoever was willing. Some girls, mostly guys. He realized early on that he couldn't form an emotional attachment with any women after Jessica and his preference drifted more to sleeping with men as his college career progressed. He never let his various bed partners distract him from his goal of becoming a doctor. He was soon becoming known as a careless lover as even those he was sleeping with came second to his studies. In the end though, it paid off and Silas became a full blown neurosurgeon before he was even thirty, one of the youngest doctors to come out of the program.
Silas was an excellent doctor. One of the best. He was often deferred to for consultations, and before he knew it, he was made chief of neurosurgery at his hospital. While he was floundering personally, professionally things had never been better.
Then things took a turn for the worst.
One night, walking home from work, he had heard a girl crying in an alleyway near his apartment. Silas had always tried his best to ignore people outside work, but he was, first and foremost, a doctor and he couldn't ignore the girl no matter how hard he tried. When he went into the alley, he found no girl, and cursed openly, about to turn around when he was suddenly attacked by some dog. Silas tried to get away, but the dog was big and powerful. Adrenaline fueled the man and he kicked and flailed, managing to get the beast off of him. He crawled out of the alleyway and called 911. He'd lost a lot of blood, and had many more scars to join the multitude that already crisscrossed over his body, but he lived. He put behind him the oddity of being attacked by a large, vicious dog in the middle of the city and went on with his life.
Until the first full moon after. When he nearly changed into a giant dog himself in the middle of pulling a twenty-four hour shift. He narrowly escaped being found out, but just like that, Silas was immersed into the world of the supernatural. For the longest time, he struggled with it. He bottled his wolf up and exploded on full moons. He made sure he was off on full moon nights and changed inside. He was ashamed of the monster he had become and would make sure no one was hurt like he had been. Unfortunately, no matter how quiet he had been about the whole thing, the local pack took notice of the new, rogue werewolf on their territory and gave Silas a simple choice.
Join their pack, leave, or die.
Silas left his life and his job, still struggling with what he'd become to the point of downright denying it. He quickly got hired at another hospital a few states away. He knew there were werewolves here too, but he would take steps to making sure that they didn't find him out. He was sick and tired of upending his life, no matter how unfulfilling a life it might be.
Items of interest: Silas sleeps like the fucking dead. If one does manage to wake him up, he will probably punch them in the face. Silas likes punching. He also like bourbon. It's his drink of choice, none of that weak ass beer. He's a functioning alcoholic, unlike his father, though his tolerance is fucking awful and when he isn't working he'll often end up pouring himself into a cab and pass out at home. He's addicted to coffee ice cream and cheetos. He doesn't keep much food in his apartment because he barely eats. When he's working he'll forget to eat or sleep and often works himself to exhaustion.
Height: Three feet, two inches
Weight: One fifty
Appearance: The animal is massive, with a large head and giant paws. It looks even bigger and bulkier by the presence of loads of wild, unruly fur. It is very fluffy, especially around its neck and tail. Massive muscles ripple under dark fur and skin and ensure that while the wolf will never be particularly fast or agile, it is an absolute tank of a beast with gold and green eyes like its human counterpart.
Its fur is mostly black with varying shades of black and grey all over.
Personality: The beast has never had much of a chance to discover what it is really like. The man keeps it locked up at all times and has stripped away most of the wolf's sense of individuality. What has resulted is an emotional mess of desperate fear and an intense desire for freedom above all else. The animal is emotional and impulsive with an underlying desire to control and dominate, the very two things the man has kept it from. It is as volatile as the man with a deadlier, instinctive mind and sharper teeth.
