Silas Vincent

Name: Logan Silas Vincent (Goes exclusively by Silas)

Age: Thirty - June 27, 1982

Species: Werewolf

Height: Six feet, one inche

Weight: One hundred ninety pounds

Sexuality: Pansexual

Family:
- Father – Daniel Vincent
-Mother – Lucy Vincent (Deceased)
-Brothers— Elijah Vincent
-Sisters— Lilian Vincent (Deceased)

Children: None

Hair Color: Dark brown, nearly black in certain lights.

Eye Color: Overall a dark green with a light brown that it almost bronze in coloration extending out from the pupil.

Build: Pretty fit and lean with broad shoulders.

Other Traits:
Silas has lots of scars, none really visible. He has a prominent scar on his forearm from where his father cut him one time, and he's pretty scarred from where he got mauled. All the others are from his childhood and litter his body as silver memories that are better off forgotten.

Appearance

Silas is pretty fit, but he looks big, mainly because his shoulders are so broad. His torso is lean and long and his waist is slim. He can be pretty damn intimidating when he wants to be, and even when he isn’t intending to be.

He has dark hair, that’s usually neat with hair gel. When he doesn’t put product in it or he’s just woken up, it’s pretty unruly and all over the place. No wonder he tries to keep it neat as often as he can. Silas has a perpetual lining of stubble on his chin, more by design than neglect and his eyebrows are thick and he’s fully capable of moving them independently of each other. He has a way of using his eyebrows and eyes to make himself look truly manic. Hard to say no to someone with crazy eyes and eyebrows that practically go to his hairline. He has lips to die for and his complexion is just a little dark. His eyes are pretty distinctive. They’re large and bi-colored. Green around the outside and brown in the center extending outwards.

Silas is pretty immaculately dressed most of the time. He prefers fancy suits and slacks above all else…or in boxers if you catch him before bed. It’s rare to find him in anything else. He even wears suits when he’s hunting, though usually sans a tie. He has plenty of ties, he just doesn’t wear them that often.

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Personality:

Really, if there’s anyone that would seem unlikely to ever get along with anyone, it’s Silas. He’s perpetually grumpy and socially awkward. Not that he’d ever try. He’s pretty content to keep to himself for the most part all the time. He really has no use for other people, and is more likely to bitch them out than he is to actually get to know them. And he will. If anyone so much as looks at him the wrong way, at best they’ll get growled at…at worst, they’ll get punched in the face. He’s dark and grumpy and crotchety and everything about his bearing and stance says stay the fuck away from me in glowing neon letters.


He has this thing about being touched. It’s seems irrational, but it really makes sense if you know about his past. Silas hates being touched, no matter how innocent or comforting the gesture. If someone touches him, he’ll freak out at best, beat the person up at worst. If he knows you, he might let you touch him without flipping a shit. You know that you’re a friend if he lets you touch him. If he touches you voluntarily, then you know that he’s fallen, and Silas is the kinda guy who doesn’t fall. He keeps his emotions bottled up and tries his damnedest to push everyone away, so when he does fall, he falls goddamn hard. He also, to a lesser degree, has a thing for germs. He has perpetual dibs on the shower and will sometimes take two or three a day.

The guy is also deathly afraid of heights, but this has no basis whatsoever. He’s just…really fucking freaked out of heights and will shake and sweat and just look sick.

Silas loves alcohol. He really, really loves alcohol. Too bad he has the alcohol tolerance of a fourteen year old girl. It doesn’t stop him from drinking, and when he does drink, it’s absolutely top shelf bourbon. He’s a terrible alcohol snob, and keeps a bottle of the shit in his possession. He also despises pancakes, loves Cheetos and stupid pop music and has a thing for immature man-children who are far too handsy.


Relationships

Nate: He's probably Silas' first real friend...if you can call their relationship friendly. Silas bitches as much as Nate flirts, but for some reason, Silas let him in and that was a big thing for Silas since he never let anyone in. Doesn't mean he has to show him that he actually cares, what with all the grumping and growling and bitching. He does care. Deep down.



History:

A proper southern gentleman, Silas was born in Georgia. He had pretty much a picture perfect life for the first ten years of his life. His father had always been strict, but their mother pretty much kept him in line.

Things changed completely when their mother got cancer. She pretty much disintegrated rapidly after the diagnosis and died within a few months. The family was pretty much shattered. The kids’ father grew bitter and blamed the children for the death of their mother. He started drinking, heavily and began to abuse the children. The little girl, Lili, who was only four at the time of her mother’s death, never really got over it. One day, in a drunken rage, their father accidentally pushed the little girl down the stairs during a beating. She died. He was never arrested for the death of his daughter, since it pretty much looked like an accident, but Elijah and Logan knew.

The boys continued living like this, hiding the bruises and the scars from their father’s abuse. Logan, as the oldest child, was obsessive in his desire to protect his younger brother from their father, which resulted in Logan being beaten worse and even taking the beatings for his brother. The pair of them were extremely close as children, since they pretty much had to look out for each other constantly.

When he was sixteen, he found his opportunity to escape. He graduated from high school earlier than most kids and went straight to college, taking on his middle name in an attempt to escape his past. He was pre-med at Washington University. He was a quick learner and an even quicker study. Silas was just the kind of guy who put everything he had into his studies. He didn't have a girlfriend or much of a social life beyond having sex with random, nameless guys whenever he felt restless, so he was able to immerse himself in his studies for the most part. Even his partners were second to his studies, and he was known for being a careless lover. It paid off though when Silas became one of the youngest graduates to come out of the program.

And he excelled, putting off sex of all kind to focus solely on his work. Residency went by in a flash and Silas soon picked out a specialty of neurosurgery. He transferred to Boston and it didn't take him long to become head of neurosurgery AT SOME HOSPITAL before he was even thirty.

He was turned one night on the way home to his fancy ass apartment. He thought he heard crying in the alley, and he wasn't really concerned about them, but he decided to go tell them to get the hell away from his apartment because the crying thing would get annoying fast. He never found out why the girl was crying, or why she was doing it outside his apartment. He did however, get his warning out before a giant ass dog attacked him out of nowhere. Now, Silas was never a weak guy. He was always pretty damn fit...but this dog was big and mean as hell and Silas wasn't able to fight it off.

He ended up mauled in the alley before the dog got scared away by something. Somehow, Silas was able to drag himself inside and call the ambulance...even if he was never able to get the bloodstains out of his carpet...sad

That's when Silas became a werewolf, and when he got immersed into the world of the supernatural. At first, he struggled with it. Perpetually by himself, even before he was turned, he didn't know who to turn to for support, not that he would actually turn to anyone for support. Silas never really liked the idea of admitting to 'needing' anyone, preferring to take care of his own issues. This was soon out of his control, and having him suppress this new part of himself so often made the changes violent and unpredictable and soon, the local pack started to take notice.

Silas was fine denying his wolf, but the pack wasn't too keen with that. Worried that Silas' unpredictability and volatile nature would expose them, they gave him a choice.

Join and learn...or die.

He'd never been good with team anything. In school, he was put into groups with plenty of bitching, and even when he has to work with other people at the hospital, he isn't happy about it, okay? Silas has always worked best by himself, so the idea of being a part of something that seemed very much like a glorified club. At the same time, he found that he was very found of life. So he joined.

Things weren't so bad for Silas in the pack. He learned to accept his wolf, even if he was never thrilled with it, he stopped suppressing it to the point of explosion and learned to actually live with it. And he met Nate, who was insufferable, irreverent and completely inappropriate...but in a way Silas slowly came to appreciate. He realized he could have fun and still be an awesome doctor and he could let people in from time to time and not spontaneously combust or something and that friends are good and friends with benefits are even better.


Items of Interest:

Silas sleeps like the fucking dead, but if you wake him up, he’s likely to punch you. Silas loves punching people.


Wolf Appearance:




Silas is a big wolf, not just because he’s extremely fluffy with loads of wild, unruly fur, but he’s just big. His muzzle is big, his paws are big, his tail is long and really fluffy. He’s just a tank of muscle and sinew. He has long, thick legs. He isn’t built for speed as much as he’s built for brute force

He's a smooth, dark color, pretty monochrome with gentle swirls of varying shades of grey. His nose and pawpads are blue though.

Wolf Height: Three feet, two inches

Wolf Weight: One hundred and forty pounds