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| Portrayed By | Paul Bettany |
| Gender | Male |
| Aliases | Sil |
| Place of Birth | Lemos |
| Current Location | Igen Weyr |
| Occupation | Wingrider |
| Dragon | Blue Chessylith |
Description
Peppered strands engulf this man's head, flowing in soft waves down to the base of his neck where it's cropped neatly down to the neckline. His complexion is quite pale, almost as though the light of day has yet to let him gain color in the slightest beyond the faint golden freckles that float across his thin nose and beneath almond shaped eyes. Behind those long dark lashes are a pair of virescent eyes, drowsy and often half-lidded. Despite his light appearance, the same faint gold seems to have claimed his arms and hands at the very least, proving he isn't a complete recluse. His frame is average in build and his body is muscular from turns of various physical tasks that have come his way.
There is nothing remarkable about this man's dress. A simple tunic of cream hues held snugly to his chest by a vest of ashen tones covers his muscular form. The sleeves are long, appearing as though they would billow had they not been rolled to the elbows. Raven pants are worn, seeming to blend in with the high boots that reach just below his knees and fastened snugly with thick laces tucked in at the top and covered by a single buckle on each. Aside from the buckles, all garments are free of any designs or distinguishing features that would make him stand out above the rest.
History
Silas had no remarkable childhood, growing up as one of the many youth hanging around the mines of Lemos. Having no knack for anything remotely useful, the boy often helped with chores around holds: assisting with cooking, cleaning or simply clearing refuse from the area. An attempt at an apprenticeship with the Miner Craft was out of the question, people didn't think he was a good fit. Didn't mind getting dirty one bit and all too eager to get himself into dangerous situations. Unfortunately in an area that relies on efficiency, the boy was counter-productive. Easily distracted. Not quite built for this sorta work. Turns passed and nothing changed for the young man until his Nineteenth turn when he was picked up for Search. The minute he agreed, his companions literally packed his things and shipped him off as soon as possible, for this great opportunity. Actually, they just wanted the grumpy creature out of their midst for a while. He'd be back, there's no way a dragon would want someone that indignant. They were wrong.
Family
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Firelizards
Gold Solstice
Very dark gold velvet rolls over the hide of this large, graceful queen. From the tip of her classic wedge head, over a comely torso and limber limbs to the neat tail, the crushed gold flows in nearly uniform hue with only a faint bronzing in the hollows between rolling muscles. Yet when the light strikes, fireworks! Each ray sparks brilliant blossoms of metallic gold, sapphire, ruby, and copper like fireflies within the hide. The colors vanish as quickly as they appeared, fading back into velvet darkness. Her wingsails become fire itself when aloft, red-gold flames exploding above the elegant form.
Dragon
Similar to the Sky Blue Chessylith
Sere and faded blue are his wings, trailing color in dusky shadowed hues across widespread wings that are picked out here in there with hints of black edging along wingspars and then trimmed with merest hints of paler blues along his wingsails ends. His head is somewhat blunted, set upon a squat neck and broad shoulders. The rest of his hide is that same fade blue, only varying in shade slight from lighter to darker as it moves along his back and then lightening out as it reaches his belly. Both his forearms and his haunches are heavy, thickly muscled to lift him in flight and leaving him just slightly awkward on land, while the sweeping length of his tail brightens in color slightly, a paler powdery blue as it moves along to his tailspade. Capping his feet, are blunt thick talons in inky dark navy and sharper than they appear at first glance.
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