[hider=Silas Bracken] [hr][color=fdc68a][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]x[/img][/center][b][center] [sub][color=black]Silas Bracken[/color] [color=fdc68a]Silas Bracken[/color][/sub][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=fdc68a][sup][i]“My patience has limits.”[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=fdc68a]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0197d6c3-0404-731d-b3c1-2e4ad54a3793.webp[/img] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I N F O[/color] [color=fdc68a]C H A R A C T E R I N F O[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [sub][b]|[/b] [color=fdc68a]Silas Bracken[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=fdc68a]24[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [b]|[/b] [color=fdc68a] Cisgender Male (He/Him)[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=fdc68a]6'1"/210lbs[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [b]|[/b] [color=fdc68a]Hetrosexual[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=fdc68a]Middle Class[/COLOR] [b]|[/b][/sub][/center] [indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color] [color=fdc68a]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=fdc68a] M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [color=white][color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Character Info[/b][/color] [color=fdc68a]Birthday:[/color] December 9th, 1787 [color=fdc68a]Country of Origin:[/color] England [color=fdc68a]Languages Spoken:[/color] English [color=fdc68a]Affiliation:[/color] St. Eustice’s School [color=fdc68a]Motivation:[/color] Silas’s main goal is to improve the position of the Enlightened in his own ways. [color=fdc68a]Habits:[/color] Quietly pondering things, tapping his foot against the ground. [color=fdc68a]Hobbies:[/color] Reading, fist-fighting, and travel. [color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Fears[/b][/color] -Death -Great Heights -Failure [color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Skills[/b][/color] -Negotiating -Planning -Brawling -Research [color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Shortcomings[/b][/color] -Subtlety -Guns -Social Standing -Swimming [color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Likes[/b][/color] -Winter -Meeting people -Peace -Black tea -Rainy weather [color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Dislikes[/b][/color] -Warm days -The upper class -Violence -Drinking -Ignorance [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] R U M O R S[/color] [color=fdc68a]R U M O R S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=fdc68a] S E C R E T S & L I E S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [color=white][color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Rumors[/b][/color] Some believe Silas got his station because he was once "normal" and able to fit into society as such, but ingested a maddening amount of the Empath drug and survived being twisted beyond recognition. The rumors suggest that his position at St Eustace's School is one of pity, in which he stays because no one wants to see one of the few "good monsters" fall to obscurity and die in a gutter somewhere. Many also whisper that a monstrous man such as him could only have such standing in society because of ties to the Dark Embers. After all, why else would anyone let him around children? [color=fdc68a][b]►[/b] [b]Secrets[/b][/color] When Silas was young and little more than a disfigured street urchin between one form and the next, he happened upon a robbery in a warehouse near where he slept. Three Dark Embers agent broke in to steal food and supplies, and then ran past him. A soldier stopped him and asked where the culprits had went, Silas lied and said they were running to a ship. They were never caught. [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] E N L I G H T E N E D A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=fdc68a]E N L I G H T E N E D A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=white][indent] [color=fdc68a][b][u]Manbeast:[/u][/b][/color] Silas is far removed from the physiology of the mundane. He resembles the dragons of old folktale, with skin made of jagged scales and tough hide far sturdier than that of the common man. This has made him not only a pariah among society, but brick on legs. Swords that try to bite through the sharp scales are blunted and cracked, bullets from the finest pistols of the day can barely get past Silas' skin. And most notable of all, he is [i]strong.[/i] Silas has enough strength to lift a carriage over his head, pack an anvil around as if it's a paperweight, and more. These things make him someone no one wants to get into a scuffle with, but they also make him slow. Those without their own Enlightened abilities need only duck through alleys and around buildings for a fair chance at outrunning Silas. He sticks out like a sore thumb for multiple reasons, making him an easy target for more subtle Enlightened. [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] B A C K S T O R Y[/color] [color=fdc68a]B A C K S T O R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=white][INDENT] One only has to look at Silas to guess what he's faced. As a boy, he was set to become a blacksmith's apprentice in a town in England. By the time he turned 13, he began to show signs of a curious condition, in which his skin appeared bruised and discolored. His mother had originally wrote it off as soot or something accidental, but then it began to [i]spread.[/i] When swinging a hammer to make nails, Silas would watch his skin flake off and leave something glossy underneath it. The blacksmith he worked under told him he needed to see a doctor, but they didn't know anything about it either. He never felt sick, even if his skin simply itched and ached somewhat on occasion. A month passed, and he started to grow protrusions out of his skin. They were sharp as daggers and tough as rock, and Silas' mother watched him slice firewood in half with is forearm alone. At that point, there was no more question that Silas was an Enlightened with a rather unfortunate ability. The changes kept coming and coming, and he couldn't stop them. Eventually, the skin on his arms became scales, and he began to grow spines out of his head. The people of his town weren't the most worldly, and it wasn't long until they went from thinking the boy had a gift to thinking he had a [i]curse.[/i] They chased him out with fire and holy verses, and left him to wander the English countryside and the fringes of the urban world until the day he found his way to St. Eustace's School for the Enlightened. They took him in, and life was better for it. In time, his body became more dragon than man, and Silas had all but forgone the notion of fitting in. When his time as a student there was done, he elected to stay and assist in the school's wellbeing. Today, Silas is often one of those that the school sends out when they need someone to speak with prospective students from a distance. [/indent][/color] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] E X T R A S[/color] [color=fdc68a]E X T R A S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=white][INDENT] [url=https://youtu.be/yXIz_E8okZ8?si=OApwEghaPN7eofRN]Black Roses for the Wicked One[/url] Favorite show is Owl House, I guess [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR] [/hider] [hider=Morris Hennigar] [hr][color=7ea7d8][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]Can add image here if you want, otherwise feel free to delete[/img][/center][b][center] [sub][color=black]Morris Hennigar[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Morris Hennigar[/color][/sub][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=7ea7d8][sup][i]“May God forgive me.”[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=7ea7d8]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0197e597-78b6-7778-bd7e-3c334c9d42d2.webp[/img] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I N F O[/color] [color=7ea7d8]C H A R A C T E R I N F O[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [sub][b]|[/b] [color=7ea7d8]Morris Hennigar[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=7ea7d8]20[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [b]|[/b] [color=7ea7d8]Cisgender Male[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=7ea7d8]5’7”/158lbs[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [b]|[/b] [color=7ea7d8]???[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=7ea7d8]Working class[/COLOR] [b]|[/b][/sub][/center] [indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color] [color=7ea7d8]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=7ea7d8] M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [color=white][color=7ea7d8][b]►[/b] [b]Character Info[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]Birthday:[/color] January 14th, 1791 [color=7ea7d8]Country of Origin:[/color] England [color=7ea7d8]Languages Spoken:[/color] English, French [color=7ea7d8]Affiliation:[/color] Haven [color=7ea7d8]Motivation:[/color] Sorting his life out [color=7ea7d8]Habits:[/color] Staying awake at odd hours, and balancing his weight on one foot. [color=7ea7d8]Hobbies:[/color] -Bone carving -Woodworking -Card games [color=7ea7d8][b]►[/b] [b]Fears[/b][/color] -Drowning -Sea monsters -Wildfires [color=7ea7d8][b]►[/b] [b]Skills[/b][/color] -Seafaring -Enlightened power -Survival -Climbing [color=7ea7d8][b]►[/b] [b]Shortcomings[/b][/color] -Influence -Shooting -History -Cooking [color=7ea7d8][b]►[/b] [b]Likes[/b][/color] -The ocean -Knives -Dogs -Stormy weather [color=7ea7d8][b]►[/b] [b]Dislikes[/b][/color] -Rich people -The Royal Navy -Guns -Salt [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] R U M O R S[/color] [color=7ea7d8]R U M O R S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=7ea7d8] S E C R E T S & L I E S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [color=white][color=D8BFD8][b]►[/b] [b]Rumors[/b][/color] When the Saint Judith went down, and Morris alone returned from sea in decent condition, many suspected that he had arranged for the ship to sink. Perhaps he was a spy for a foreign nation tasked with sabotage, or had simply gone insane. The fact that he was carrying a ghastly staff of bone with him also made many believe that the Crown had sent him aboard the ship as a kind of inquisitor for her crew, and that the fate of they met was a punishment for mutiny. [color=D8BFD8][b]►[/b] [b]Secrets[/b][/color] The staff of bone that Morris used as an oar to paddle back to dry land was made from a human corpse. It was grafted into one piece from the ribs and femurs of Elijah Tavish, captain of the Saint Judith. Late at night, in the small hours of the morning before the sun is visible, Morris hears his voice whispering from it. They aren’t kind words. [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] E N L I G H T E N E D A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=7ea7d8]E N L I G H T E N E D A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=white][indent] [color=7ea7d8][b][u]The Sailor’s Art:[/u][/b][/color] Using the bones of something that has died, Morris can build up strange effects as if he were performing works of magic. He can cause bones to levitate, graft them together, make them weigh dozens of pounds, and much more. He often carries a long length of grafted bone with him, the size of a spear, that he had with him when he washed back up on England’s shores once again after the accident. Morris has yet to tell anyone what it actually does. In order to actually create his strange trinkets, Morris needs a supply of bones. The source of them doesn’t always matter, but it can influence the outcome to a point. The more complicated the effect he seeks, the more bone he will need. These things also require time, and do not simply happen when he lays his hands on a rib or an animal skull. Rather, there’s a process he is hesitant to divulge, which could take minutes or days depending on his goal. [indent][color=7ea7d8][b][u]Blackest Ivory:[/u][/b][/color] With enough of these bones, Morris can create what he refers to as Unlife. Ugly statues of bone that his Enlightenment animates into servants, which can carry out tasks befitting their size and complexity. They’re little more than easily trained workhorses, able to learn what is and isn’t the right thing to do when given an order with time. The Unlivng are also [i]significantly[/i] more costly to make, requiring entire legs and feet, or arms and thumbs to suit what Morris needs. [/indent] [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] B A C K S T O R Y[/color] [color=7ea7d8]B A C K S T O R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=white][INDENT] Morris was 16 when he first put out to sea. He came from a poor home with a single mother who worked as a merchant’s assistant, in an economic situation where breakfast was usually half a loaf of brown bread and dinner almost always was thin soup. He signed onto a merchant ship as a deckhand, hoping to earn a fair pay for his mother back home. It was cold and stormy out there, the food was somehow [i]worse[/i] than home, and there was always the threat of pirates down south. Morris’ job was a simple one: Move this barrel, tie that knot, and fetch something. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid. The quartermaster gave him menial tasks like tarring the deck and bringing up supplies to fix something, and expected very little out of him. They were a month away from port when Morris discovered his Enlightenment. An older sailor showed him the art of scrimshaw, carving bones from whales into tools or art pieces. People would make things out of them and trade them. In Morris’ case, he learned how to cut some whalebone chunks into dice, which he used to win a few coins one night. And then he won a few more, and a few more still. They thought he had cheated, but every time he wanted a certain number, the dice just landed on it. A few more days, and another crew member helped him figure it out when Morris made a tiny whale figure out of fish bones. It came to life and started floating, and the entire ship quickly heard about him being Enlightened. Out at sea, it didn’t change much about his standing. If anything, it made him more useful, and there wasn’t much room on a ship for discrimination. Months later, he went home and found his mother had passed from sickness. She couldn’t afford a doctor, and that left Morris alone with the house. He took his time to grieve, and with no one waiting at home, went right back to sea. Twice, he served as an assistant quartermaster aboard the whaling ship Duke of the West, having discovered he could create an abomination from whalebones that could fetch supplies while he tended to numbers. Morris earned enough pay and respect among the crew that he was approached by the Royal Navy after his most recent work. The captain of a ship called the Saint Judith was heading out to settle disputes with pirates in the equator and ensure that England’s interests were asserted. He had asked for Morris specifically, and the pay was far better than anything he’d gotten before. So he [i]graciously[/i] accepted the offer. And it all went wrong. Just weeks after the Saint Judith left port, Morris was found limping back to England on a raft made from driftwood, blood-soaked rope, and a prayer. His clothes were tattered, his hair had been singed, and he had a truly dejected look on his face. All he had to say was that the Saint Judith had gone down, and none of her crew had survived. Morris would not say what happened, even under threat of imprisonment. To this day, it remains a mystery. Two months passed, and he seemed to have never truly recovered. He never strayed far from that ugly stick made of bones, he’s stayed on dry land, and most notably, Morris has been avoiding anyone with governmental authority. The sudden turn of his life eventually took him to the doorstep of one Lady Rosemarie, where he humbly asked not for a place to stay, but a place to work. Morris tends to the needs of her Haven, doing everything from bringing food to the girls when they’re sick to fixing a broken window after some Enlightened's abilities got out of hand. Sometimes, he even scares off the occasional wealthy man who [i]insists[/i] his daughter will come home. [/indent][/color] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] E X T R A S[/color] [color=7ea7d8]E X T R A S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=white][INDENT] [url= https://youtu.be/WVkD4lgXTEU?si=Rwj9pzzHTQ0F6ox8]Bones in the Ocean[/url] [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR] [/hider]