Silas Smith

[*Mausman]

DISCLAIMER! I DO -NOT- AGREE WITH THE MANNER OF THINKING OF THIS CHARACTER! I am playing a villain and he's simply not a nice guy. Also, THOU SHALT NOT METAGAME THIS! :) thanks!





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TcTjb9Uw34



Inspiration: Al Swearengen ( Deadwood) and Lemmy Kilmister (Motörhead)


Basic Information
Name: Silas Smith (If that is his real name...)
Aliases: "Old Wolf" "Staring Silas" "Two of Spades"
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Early 40's
Profession: Silas currently takes on various jobs.
Languages: Common, Elven, Cant.
Accent: Silas banters in a thick Cockney accent.

Physical Information
Height: 1m90
Weight: 78 Kilo's (making him look tall and thin)
Body build: Hard to see, but if seen bared, Silas looks trained but old. (Think: MGS4, Liquid Ocelot)
Skin type: Old, covered in various black tattoos.
Hair style: Long, shoulder length, combed back under his large hat.
Scars: Obvious scars from knife fights, crossbow bolt holes and various cuts adorn his torso and arms.
Tattoos: Silas is covered in Tattoos, old school/ sailor like ones. Clearly old, looking at the ink, but decently done. The tatoo on his back, is a large, black wolf, muzzle up, mouth parted and partially devouring a sun.
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Blonde, though streaks of grey starting to show [b]Eyes:[/b] Blue [b]Skin:[/b] Caucasian [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Philosophy: Live fast, die old. Nobody is going to make life nice for you, have to do it all by yourself. Nobody will take pity on you, have no pity for others in turn. You want something done? Do it yourself.
Deity/Beliefs: ?
Personality:

[u]Cautious[/u] [i]Tries to always have back up plan, and not get killed.[/i] [u]Secretive[/u] [i]Tells as little of his intentions and himself as possible.[/i] [u]Mask[/u] [i]Is incredibly capable at playing a character in the open, one that people likely are hating. [/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Rapier, dagger, light crossbow.
Jewelry: Nothing fancy, simple silver earrings and rings.
Habbits/hobbies: None that are known.
General Health: Silas seems healthy enough.
Favorite Drink: Whisky and Tea (not mixed...)
Weaknesses: Silas likes to gamble a bit too much...

[*Mausman]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRPti8XE7UQ



* A tall man, dressed in black, stands in the Bottle & Jug, holding a glass of Whisky in his right hand, listening to the musicians playing in front of him. The crowd is filled with all sorts of types that are avoided on the streets. Rough looking, mean looking and clearly up to no good.

At his side, a redheaded woman bobs her head to the music, since a long time, actually having a nice night out with Silas.

All of a sudden, a man comes from the crowd behind the woman and gropes her bossom. The woman yells, turning around and throws her drink in the man's face, followed by a firm punch, Silas downs his Whisky and proceeds to smash the glass in the man's face. The man growls in pain and stumbles, he tries to swing his fists at Silas, which only results in Silas sidestepping and shoving him towards a table. The man lands on top of the table and finds himself stuck to the table as a dagger is slammed through his hand. Some in the crowd laugh at the display, slapping Silas on his shoulder.

Silas then laughs in his raspy, whisky battered voice, returning to the side of the redheaded woman*


"Nobody messes wif Old Wolf eh?" *Someone in the crowd states and then chuckles*

[*Mausman]

* Silas slaps the well sculpted, leather covered rear in front of him, winking at the Redheaded lady.


After that, he wanders the streets with her for a moment, she knows from the glint in his eyes that there is trouble afoot.

After some time, they arrive at a large house, large for the Hive.

Silas walks up to a hooded figure and slips him a small pouch. The figure nods and swiftly takes up position on a roof after tumbling and climbing his way up. He glances about and imitates a Wolfhowl.

Silas then takes a small orb from a pouch and tosses it in front of the door. With a loud bang, it explodes and trashes the wooden door. Silas then storms in, meeting a man who tries to run outside and grabs him by the neck, pushing him back inside*


" Okay, where's my money, sod?"


"I...I nearly have it! I swear!" *The man grunts at the chokehold*

"Ya were s'posed ta give me my money TWO months ago...and I already gave you's extra time befoah that! I dun like bein' pissed upon, mate. Now I have ta make ya wife a widow and ya kids fatherless...good job, eh? Wanted to play wif tha big people, ya get treated like big people. RE-SPON-SI-BILITIES, mate!"

*Silas slaps the man in the face with his free hand, alike a father would do, the man starts to sniffle and cry*


"N...no! please don't! T...there was a setback! I can work for you! please!"


*A gurgling scream can be heard as a dagger flashes in and out of the man's flesh.*

" Ya could at least owned up to ya lack o' ya end o' our bargain, mate. Spineless worm..."

"C'mon, Guv"


*He adresses the woman at his side, as they both turn and leave the house.*


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Su0INKPf5OY

We never see the evil deed,
Nobody cares as long as they got what they need
Don't look for help, under attack,
Blind eyes are daggers, gonna stab you in the back
The wolf is at your door,
The wolf

This ain't the time, to talk of love
That word's forgotten when the fist is in the glove,
Don't you rely, on passers by,
They'd sooner look, the other way, and let you die
The wolf is at your door,
The wolf

Don't ask for why, don't ask for help,
Don't ask for anything, that you can't do yourself
The wolf is here, he's at your side
You better fight him, or it's you that's gonna die,
The wolf is at your door,
The wolf

[*Mausman]

* Silas smirked as the brown bundle of cloth was placed on the table by a gnome*


"Ta, Zanziver! ya can take a look in that coffah there...should all be there..."

*Unfolding the cloth, Silas grins as he traces his fingers along the barrel of a menacing looking rifle. The barrel having a Wolf's head on it's end, maw parted at the firing part, a small telescope like device attached on top*

"Ya gnomes really do know ya stuff, don't ya? This will make my work a lot easier..."

[*Mausman]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScDu3K0HG6g

* Hastened footsteps can be heard over rooftops...are they feet? n...no...it sounds like...paws? Something running on all fours over the rooftops in the Clerk's Ward and making it's way to the Hive.

A panting, running male with various scars in his face, can be seen taking a sharp turn, sheer terror in his eyes...*

"Dun let him catch me! DUN LET HIM CATCH ME!"


*The man dives into an alleyway, finding naught but a dead end. Something lands behind him and he slowly turns around to face it, his gaze widening in awe and even more terror as a loud growl can be heard, then a few grunts and groans*

"Y...you! YOU! But you w"

*A loud shot echoes through the alleyway, followed by another, as the man slumps to the ground, blood swiftly finding it's course between cobblestones...*

"Ah ah ah...le's not discuss that, eh? Orders are orders, aftah all..."

*Silas smirks, holstering his pistols, kneeling down and with some twisting of a dagger tip, extracts a couple of teeth, before he severs the head and puts it in a burlap sack*

"Boss will want proof...but dun worry your ugly dead head about his, eh? Your death, shall feed me..."

*A miserable laugh follows, as Silas wanders off*

[*Mausman]

Updated Biography time!


DISCLAIMER! I DO -NOT- AGREE WITH THE MANNER OF THINKING OF THIS CHARACTER! I am playing a villain and he's simply not a nice guy. Also, THOU SHALT NOT METAGAME THIS! :) thanks!









Inspiration: Al Swearengen ( Deadwood) and Lemmy Kilmister (Motörhead), some Tom Hiddleston, Big Boss and my own overly creative brain.


Basic Information
Name: Silas Smith (If that is his real name...)
Aliases: "Old Wolf" "Staring Silas" "Two of Spades" "Man who sells the Multiverse"
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Early 40's
Profession: Tracker, Bounty Hunter, Barber
Languages: Common, Elven, Cant.
Accent: Silas speaks with a remnant of Cockney accent, but is sounding more eloquent and sophisticated in the here and now.

Physical Information
Height: 1m90
Weight: 78 Kilo's (making him look tall and thin)
Body build: Hard to see, but if seen bared, Silas looks trained but old. (Think: MGS4, Liquid Ocelot)
Skin type: Older/ middle aged, covered in various black and coloured tattoos.
Hair style: Long, shoulder length, combed back under his large hat.
Scars: Obvious scars from knife fights, crossbow bolt holes and various cuts adorn his torso and arms.
Tattoos: Silas is covered in Tattoos, old school/ sailor like ones. Clearly old, looking at the ink, but decently done. The tatoo on his back, is a large, black wolf, muzzle up, mouth parted and partially devouring a sun.
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Blonde, though streaks of grey starting to show [b]Eyes:[/b] Blue [b]Skin:[/b] Caucasian [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Philosophy: Live fast, die old. Nobody is going to make life nice for you, have to do it all by yourself. Nobody will take pity on you, have no pity for others in turn. You want something done? Do it yourself.
Deity/Beliefs: ?
Personality:

[u]Cautious[/u] [i]Tries to always have back up plan, and not get killed.[/i] [u]Secretive[/u] [i]Tells as little of his intentions and himself as possible.[/i] [u]Mask[/u] [i]Is incredibly capable at playing a character in the open, one that people likely are hating, loving, hating to love or loving to hate. [/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Rapier, dagger, Rifle, Pistols, Whip.
Jewelry: Nothing fancy, simple silver earrings and rings.
Habbits/hobbies: None that are known.
General Health: Silas seems healthy enough.
Favorite Drink: Whisky and Tea (not mixed...)
Weaknesses: Silas likes to gamble a bit too much...



Theme-Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLoytewvn0g - The man who sold the World, Midge Ure.

Entrance song when Incognito and about to murder: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LY3ftiLqmE - New Order, Elegia

Alternative Theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ix6BJTSjAB4 -Behind the Drapery, Ludvig Forssell