Silas

[Silas]

Name:
Silas Bhin

Nickname:
Some humans refer to him as 'Froze' and he isn't sure why and the drow he is called 'Und Shar-al' and he knows why.

Age:
Twenty

Race:
Human

Profession:
General Magic Use
Assassin


Physical:
Silas is rather lurid in appearance. He is deathly pale with short obsidian hair. In certain light his hair can look almost green or blue hued, but it just might be a trick of the eyes. His eyes are just as lifeless and dead looking as the rest of him. Silas has dark lashes and thick rings under his bottom lids. He has no real attractive facial features to speak of.
Silas is almost an unhealthily skinny but his body is strong. He is around six feet and two inches the last he checked and has long twiggy arms and legs. He is really flexible and has many acrobatic qualities. Most of his expressions are either disdained or unconcerned. His are are vacant but when he is thrilled about something the turn from dull to crazed and almost alive. His smile makes his look like creep, so he doesn't do it that often but he does smirk when he is amused.


Personality:
A man in his line of work is bound to have some quirks. He is outwardly sociable but he wouldn't hesitate a second before killing some one. Silas is withdrawn, and if he wasn't so ghastly looking he would probably seem friendly. He has a level a sadism that could match any drow and excel some. He enjoys killing like it is a game and sometimes does it just for fun. He can be quick and makes sure a person doesn't feel a thing before death or he can make it last days.
He is a dark person but has some oddities about him. Silas doesn't like to wear shoes and he has problems holding still. He hates to be unclean and it almost terrified of disease and germs. He doesn't like physical contact. He has kill for less than some one sneezing in his direction.

Armor/ General Apparel:
He usually wears black belted leather on dangerous jobs. Or just tight black clothing with soft leather boots. On his roaming days he wears skinny brown pants with a long sleeved white shirt and no shoes.

Weaponry:
He doesn't carry a mages staff or anything of that nature. Instead he channels his powers through different weapons.

He has a strange sword that is a mixture of a short blade and a saber. He also has a favored dagger with a Gothic themed hilt and an ebony blade. Other than that he has good hand to hand skill, but he usually prefers to run away from a battle.


History:
He was born twenty years ago into a family of black magic mages. Through their own follies they were destroyed leaving Silas and his younger sister Manea to find their own way in life. Manea was five and he was eight years old. He stole for food and killed everything else to get the necessities.

It wasn't until he was eleven that he was taken in by the drow. They saw his ferocity and blood lust at such a young age and felt it would be wrong to waste it. He used his magic and trained murdering into an art form. But it wasn't all rainbows and candies. The drow did awful things to Silas and his younger sister. When she died from blood loss it barely phased him. It wasn't until later that every young girl he saw reminded him of Manea.

When he was about eighteen and was convinced to he knew everything he could learn in his life span, he left the small drow clan and once again found his own way to live. Now, he goes where ever he feels like it and works and plays at his own discretion. There is always someone who needs to be dead, and he always has work.