HUMAN, silas crowley

NAME: Crowley, Silas

ALIAS: "Crow"

AGE: Twenty-four

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human

APPEARANCE: Every bit the black sheep of ostracism, Silas draws scorned eyes for his appearance; winding dark tattoos of abstract crescents and sharp tribal patterns imprinted upon his flesh in curiously slender streaks adorn his lower back and right thigh, reaching just enough to hazily grasp at his lower shoulder blade.

His features are a blatant mix of Japanese and German ethnicity to properly brand him as a mutt. He possesses a pronounced nose, defined high cheekbones and a faintly gaunt yet bold skeletal shape to his face, emboldened by the sharp look of his piercing mismatched stare.

Silas bears his father's hazel eyes, but a scar runs down his left brow, through the eye and down his upper cheek. Though healed the injury has permanently discolored the color of Silas' left iris, making it almost completely yellow rather than the smoldering blend of dark greens and golds that usually compose his natural eye color.

A single jaguar's claw is set into Silas' left ear lobe as an exotic piercing of sorts, while his right ear is adorned by a row of six small, inch and a half long fangs that run through his cartilage. A necklace composed of bone as well to suit his macabre preference of accessories loops loosely around his neck, and appears inseparable from him, for he is seldom seen without it.

Silas stands unusually modestly at a height of six foot two and three quarters, leaving him in limbo between the margins of simply tall, and truly tall. His build is vaguely lanky at a glance but is marked by his broad shoulders and slender, muscular build. Silas' abdomen and upper body are quite toned by sheets of thick muscle left bare with seemingly no fat, exposing vascular pathways and tendons with every flex and contraction with a surprising lack of bulk to his form. His nails are often painted a solid black, and it is not abnormal to see him sharpening his canine teeth with a nail file as a casual pass time when bored. 

Drawn to the dark, Silas enwreathes himself in it when it comes to clothing choices, preferring borderline goth attire and pitch black garments with the occasional penchant for garments that are unusually worn or old. He despises open toed footwear in favor of cold black boots of polished leather, yet is often seen barefoot.

PERSONALITY: Unusually pragmatic from a young age, as a child Silas was distanced within from all things eccentric and needless. Naught more than a yearning for Dark brought out the young man in Silas; he is ponderous and brooding, with the rare and unusual 'thousand yard stare' that exudes a bittersweet charisma. He is devious, enraptured by the macabre and coldly stubborn while deceptive. He seems at first to seek separation from all things, including others, yet pursues the ineffable in shadowy forms.

Silas draws no moral lines in his own heart, allowing and accepting all that is within; good or evil never seems to matter, only truth over lies. The raven haired male seeks to live a life true to himself and his passions, often steeped in darkness and violence. The supernatural is less of a means to an ends to Silas, and more so an intrinsically satisfying window into the almost familiar blackness of the soul he devotes his life to pursuing.

Silas meditates often and educates himself. He despises those who do not the same, and look with disinterest upon those who do; a jaded soul, Silas seems impressed by nothing save the passing dark wonder he stumbles across, seen most often in that which is not of the mortal realm. His sole interest in demon kind and the energies he wields is to pursue an unformed yearning of his heart, and perhaps to one day traverse the deepest corridors of forbidden realms.

HISTORY: Silas was born to a mixed parentage. His mother was originally a traditional young Japanese woman, but found herself entranced with foreigners - including Silas' father - and the media. She served as a swimsuit model for a short but brilliant spark of a career that never quite took root, earning her the disapproval of her family. When she later eloped with a German immigrant, all familial ties were coldly severed.

Silas grew up in poverty. Both his parents lost their jobs and had no relatives to depend upon, leading them to eke out a meager but complete existence on odd, undesirable jobs and plenty of frugality. As a young boy he was beset by illness, and though he did not lack in love or nourishment, frequent and quite brutal ear infections removed his ability to hear the consoling words of his mother and father when severe pain consumed his senses. Illness and pain separated Silas.

As he developed, Silas was always a very cautious and thoughtful boy. He never played with others and looked with almost hostile suspicion at toys and playgrounds. He didn't quite fit in with most other children for his heritage, and like any area where the poor gathered Silas experienced plenty of fighting and verbal slander. He lost miserably at first, then a few more times, until almost miraculously he came to understand violence and how to properly use curse words; from then on he was a terror.

He beat would-be rivals and those he held bitter grudges against to the point where he could see bloody pulp seeping from their cheeks, caused by the thorough kneading of his fists against their faces. Silas wasn't terribly special, but he was always big for his age, and stood above his peers. Early in life he came to learn that anger could turn flesh into steel, even if it meant feeling great pain later on in the aftermath of a hard fistfight. Fisticuffs never ended; people stopped coming for Silas, but he didn't stop coming to them, twisting into a journey of corruption and cold heartedness as he wandered decaying portions of his city as a thug in high school.

He toyed with substances and alcohol in his later adolescence, but never quite felt satisfied with it. Or with anything he tried really... when he started having sex he was ravenous, but it was less about it and more about how it was done. He tried all kinds of partners. Older women, girls from his school, even a teacher and a distant cousin he met by wild coincidence. One of his last trysts was with a self proclaimed new-half, a male-to-female transgender he'd always known as a girl.

But again, no one and nothing ever satisfied Silas. Climax became empty and dull, and almost overnight, he lost all carnal interest in others no matter how pretty. It was a repeat of his episode with inebriation and intoxication, sudden and rampant but coming to a permanent close as quickly as it all began. Whatever the addiction, it only postponed the faceless urge Silas felt rooted in at his core, as if he were uselessly splashing a cup of water into the roaring mouth of a lit, cavernous furnace.

Life became a grey episode of boredom. He even started going to school, after an extended record of truancy; even he felt it was pointless, and only used academic tasks to keep himself busy. He miraculously passed much to the joy of his parents... but he never cared about that, or a socio-economic role. What he desired seemed... completely immaterial, and yet formless, as if the dark thirst within him were something intentionally taunting. It was cruelly elusive.

But he found it, in the darker places of the world. Brothels, drug dens, gangs and Yakuza wherever they went. It oozed over him in the darkest corners Silas could find in the city - particularly at night, and around some people more than others. But what truly allured Silas wasn't the dark atmosphere of it all, despite the series of tattoos and piercings he acquired to embrace that. He was drawn in by Yoki - he just so happened to have potential as a human, as if to balance his lack of material abundance.

He was taken in by an old gang not long after graduation. They appeared and left, came and went, sometimes for years at a time; whenever he hung out with them the journey was formless. They scaled buildings, slipped through the crevices of the concrete jungle and moved with a ceaseless unplanned motion, happening upon landmarks of meaningful coincidence. The very presence of the small band enraptured Silas, even intoxicated him; time and objective lost meaning, and each time they parted he yearned to be together again with the other Black Feathers.

But not long into it, Silas was shown the nature of what had seduced him.

His friends, colleagues of sorts even, shifted into black forms covered in downy plumage tipped with glossy beaks and night black talons. In an amazingly brief few minutes, they ate most of the other boys and girls the leaders had enticed into the gang, which had freely offered shelter and drugs; and yet they spared a few, including Silas himself. The sensation of blood soaked feathers gliding almost affectionately over his cheek is burned into his memory, shortly before he was rendered unconscious by the gentle probe of a sedative needle.

The raven demons were creatures of mischief and spontaneity. Silas' own inner, slumbering darkness drew him to their awakened Dark, and on a perilous whim they'd taken him in - creatures that decided in seconds whether to devour or awaken the sleeping savants of mankind, as if intrigued by what the occasional vessel of dormant talent might produce. They performed a bloody surgical procedure on Silas, altering his internal body and very soul, completely shifting his essence from Reiki to Yoki.

When he awoke, he was in stitches and bandages, with only a familiar woman at his side. One of the ravens surely, but it was impossible to say which. While pain and a sedative-induced headache wracked Silas' mind, she conveyed the truth of what had lured Silas to them, and gave him a brief, scant introduction into the spiritual power he could possess and what they had done to him for their own amusement. She then flew away, leaving the young male in the ruins of an abandoned hospital, far from where he had lost consciousness.

Silas has since channeled and personally studied the Yoki within him. He drew great satisfaction from it - but though truly satisfying even at it's basic stage, his hunger for dark power and desire for deeper understanding drove him to seek more. After abandoning his old life and legally changing his name, he shed his former shell of habits and empty ambitions. He now lingers near the boundaries of the world, where beings not of the world of man may clash with his own, combating the lesser demons he finds while searching for yet another seductive darkness to fawn at...

DIFFICULTY: Hard.

OOC NAME: Abalam.

FACECLAIM: THE LION KING - Scar