[color=#fdfd96][CENTER][i][h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/bary0db.png[/img][/h1][/i][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WkTCkCw.jpg[/img] [color=2E2C2C][sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=][indent][sub][b]B A S I C S[/b][/SUB] [sup][COLOR=SILVER] [b]Sex / Gender[/b][COLOR=#fdfd96] - Male[/COLOR] [b]Date of Birth[/b][COLOR=#fdfd96] - 06/06/1986[/COLOR] [B]Ethnic Background[/B][COLOR=#fdfd96] - White[/COLOR] [B]Residence[/B][COLOR=#fdfd96] - Annapolis, Maryland[/COLOR] [b]Occupation[/b][COLOR=#fdfd96] - Current: Tattoo Artist | Previous: Fortune 500[/COLOR] [B]Education[/B][COLOR=#fdfd96] - St. Johns College - Business Marketing B.A.[/COLOR][/color][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [hider=][indent][SUB][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Crowd Pleaser[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]If there was one thing Sylas is good at it’s being the life of the party or just helping people have a good time. His natural charisma makes him sociable in even the most diverse communities and understanding in the ones he’s used to. He’s all about change and variety which is the spice of life. Despite being jovial, fun, and optimistic it can be misconstrued as ego, pride, and arrogance to many. Either way it will never be a dull moment when Sylas is around. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]The Machinist[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Guided by a passion to learn, his machinations are what drive him to return to the form of a student rather than a teacher. His mind and body can never sit idle so he seeks provocations that he can converse over and provide inquiries whilst working together rather than disrespecting the opinions of others and trying to shoehorn his ideas in. His obsession with learning has driven him to pursue the occult which in most cases is a turn off for others since it deals with the supernatural. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Groundhog's Day[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Despite throwing himself into and being enthralled by the world around him that he had not recognized or lived in so long he’s learned like most people that even he needs his time away from the sun. Sylas will make time to retreat from all his social obligations and instead spend time alone at home or a cabin in the woods to mentally and physically recharge. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b]Physical Description[/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Where should we start, well, Sylas had dedicated his body to the cliché of being a blank canvas. All together he has 23 tattoos lining his body, from the more obvious one like the large portrait of a woman caressing a clown on his chest to subtle tattoos of significant dates and landmarks tucked behind the crevices of his sides and arms. The not so young man stands roughly around 5’9 with a figure touting the line between dad bod coveted by the ladies and shredded which conveniently is also craved by the ladies…His style can be best described as chaotic or formless if that could be considered fashion. By this explanation his ensembles usually consist of ratty/dirty sneakers or boots paired with rather long white socks. With any combination of inseam shorts/leggings/jeans and usually shirtless with the occasional shirt or sweater pending the weather. Beyond that he keeps his hair in a buzzcut or worse a short bowl cut. [/indent][/color] [b]Character Conceptualization[/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Sylas grew up in your standard American nuclear family with one exception, the American Dream was no longer just that for his parents but an active reality. What exactly did this mean? Well his family not only came from money but amassed even more on their own. There was no dream when everything you could ever want was at the behest of your parents. At first this was a non-issue growing up considering Christmas and birthday parties were always tantamount to soirees of elite standings. While being sedated with his parent’s idea of materialistic love rather than emotional love he obeyed their wishes. He attended private tutors, completed his confirmation and communion to engrain his faith, and even attended country clubs with his dad’s friends. Eventually that nuclear family expanded to two more kids which left him as the oldest and the role model for his siblings. Eventually when he was old enough to attend high school the glitz and the glam of his privilege began to lose its once illustrious sheen and the sharp edge of the world outside his bubble became more alluring. Despite attending a catholic private school, he yearned to attend public school in the next town over, most times finding himself there when he skipped out on lunch. There he picked up his ugly habit of smoking cigarettes, whether it was to rub dirt on the clean exterior his family worked so hard to build up or the nicotine addiction, it helped paved the road to one of many changes in his life. Once again, he followed the life path set out for him by his parents and attended one of Annapolis’ most prestigious colleges granted it didn’t take much but a small donation of an entire building by his parents. And while he did manage to secure good grades in his classes he succumbed to the hazing of Greek life and the intoxicating ichor that he’d imbibe thereon. That’s when the itch started to develop. The itch was always there it just became harder to relieve with just a scratch. The button up shirt and noose of a tie didn’t serve to help but only irritate it more. The tie supplied by the fortune 500 company he was hired into out of college. Whether it was by accolades alone or nepotism no one really knows. Regardless, he was there 5 days a week for ten hour day. There was no fun cooler talk or skits you see on the office. Instead it was mind numbing and the dissociation that began to unravel the more he talked to his drone of coworkers only furthered his disdain for his career. He was trapped, caged by his father since birth to live a life he wrote for him instead of himself. Pretty soon he’d have to get married to a woman approved by his parents, have children, indoctrinate and repeat the cycle he lived onto them and spend his old age at country clubs with men who weren’t really your friends but sycophants. That was enough for the itch to become too strong. He rejected his job, his tie to his family, and everything else he had worked for in his life. Now with no communication with his family for the last several years and a blossoming tattoo career that once started in a backyard shed, now into a studio building, Sylas has begun to live his life on his terms. Untethered and unbothered by money, Sylas seeks the pursuit of his own happiness, becoming the author of his own script. [/indent][/color] [b]Other Information[/b] [color=#807B84][indent]He owns a Burmilla [url=https://www.thesprucepets.com/thmb/E0EGMRStkdzqBhJi2RC7HREmGiI=/2984x2238/smart/filters:no_upscale()/jehandmadeGettyImages-495384771-60764dda6125496c9eedd351d4b19747.jpg]cat[/url] named Aleister Crowley and drives a [url=https://bringatrailer.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/1955_mercedes-benz_300sl_gullwing_158872073355ef473835e770R0A8588a-scaled.jpg?fit=940%2C627]1956 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing[/url] a parting gift (unknowingly) taken from his father [/indent][/color] [/cell][/row][/table][/COLOR]