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SILCO

title:

The Eye of Zaun

age:

50sish

dob:

unknown

pronouns:

he/him

height:

5'6

origin:

Zaun

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appearance

visual. Slim and on the short side, Silco probably at one time probably could have counted that as his only notable feature. He has a sharp face, a pronounced nose, and ears that are still a touch too big for his head. His hair is shaved tight at the sides and longer over the top, and his hands sport a few scars from a harsh life in his childhood. That's all pretty much it! 🙂 No, I'm kidding. There are several scars on Silco's lip, but the one that catches attention is the one that only looks healed over if he's wearing makeup, because it otherwise bifurcates straight across his left eye, stringy and fetid, and it looks like his skin is rotting away. It effects everything on that side, chewing into the hairline above his ear, and the crest of the scar seems to continue with a streak of white through his hair. But the eye is the thing that you can't miss. It's pitch black, missing an eyelid or brow, and his pupil glows with an eerie orange light.

attire. Generally, he wears something like this topped off with a large coat.

demeanor. Catty, nasty, angry. Silco exudes a combination of back-alley thuggery smoothed over with an impression of someone in charge, and controlling. Prone to anger and snapping, he generally keeps himself under careful control, though when pressed or stressed, tends to lose his careful composure. Driven, and a touch of the fanatic dashed in there for good measure. Prone to threats (either vague or explicit) depending on the situation. He is as sour and unwelcoming a person as the undercity itself is.

aural. VA: Jason Spisak

olfactory. nice cologne fighting the good fight against a chronic cigar-smoker, and an odd... something. Like acidic lightning or an acrid tang from shimmer use.

PERSONALITY

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Ruthless. Quick Witted. Intelligent. Thinks six steps ahead. Observant. Controlled.

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Traumatized. Paranoid. Dead. Chain Smoker. Habitual Drinker. Secretive. Driven.

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Cruel. Few Scruples. Bully. Angry. Zealous. Ideologue. Liar. Intransigent.

Vibes Rancid, man. Catty, bitchy, nasty and mean. Manipulative, cruel, and will probably talk like he's the most discriminated against little hater in the world. Silver Tongued, thug, generally intelligent but no genius intellect. Ruthless and willing to do almost anything to get what he wants

HISTORY

Quick facts version: Former smuggler/revolutionary gets drowned and comes back with a revenge plot and supersoldier drugs, and succeeds only due to the mistake of a child; adopts said child and projects all of his issues between them into a terrible, codependent parenting situation. Drug kingpin and mayor of crime city, proud father of a terrorist. Would give up his dreams of an easy revolution for his daughter, but that might be his only redeeming quality.

Spectral-Type Soul

corrupted.

As Silco experiences corruption, it is not his first or second death that he experiences; but a third. His injuries catch up to him, the remnants of his former life will slowly erode. Black, oil-slick fingerprints on his skin that will never fade, like the injury was permanent. The bullet wounds on his stomach and chest reopen, and though they will not seep in the corrupted form, they'll be raw wounds at best that he'll have to keep bound. The skin over his eye injury is raw, and can no longer be covered with makeup, as it seeps like it's a fresh wound. Years of stress and shimmer use are catching up to him as well, and while once his hair was dark, is now white just like the stripe he'd once had.

His eyes too, are changed. Surprisingly, Silco already had a black Sclera, but now it seems oddly iridescent red, and both pupils now mottled in color, his good eye now violet, the other a more mottled array of vibrant iridescence — not unlike the shimmer he's injected for all those years. Think like this!

Speaking of shimmer, anywhere his veins show through his skin, they look violet now, the injections have done him no good, it seems. They are nothing but still blood, but the color seems to reflect his constant microdoses.

He has those sharpened incisors that one would expect from a vampire-like creature, along with sharpened nails that are pitch black, and ears slightly elongated, but pointed on the ends.

shifted.

(Lugat inspiration) In this form, Silco's fingers extend slightly, lengthening to spindly, extended fingers, still as deft as before, capped by dark nails that are long and sharpened, almost like claws. He does not grow taller, but instead his stoop is more pronounced, hunched over himself, as if to protect his middle from wounds — they linger, his wounds. They've never left him. Red punctures across his stomach and up to his chest, like a swath of bullet wounds that never made it out the other side. They drip blood, and — something violently pink, like irradiated waste. His neck was injured too, wreathed in bruises that look like fingers, black and oil-slick against pale skin. He wears clothing, but the ridges of his spine protrude through that even so.

His hair is no longer, but it doesn't need the length, the chaos of shifting forces it into his face, to make him wild and untamed; a shock of all white with only the faintest tinges of black in the shaved sides. His eyes are what have really changed, which were already eerie and odd, but both of his eyes seem wider, the once-pitch eye now with a red sclera, and both pupils neon violet, just like that liquid that seems to seep from him, just like it does from his bullet wounds, just like it seems to pollute his blood. His thin, scarred lips peel back over a mouth full of fangs, and the scar over his eye doesn't go away so much as it grows, chewing away at his hairline, leaving a wider swath over his skin, peeling up one side of his lip, the skin there split from the damage. The stringy muscle and fetid, rotting look to the scar also seems rawer, fresher, like the rest of his wounds. It doesn't pulse with blood, but instead that same irradiated neon "blood" seems wet on the scar. Ears jagged, looking like they have been nicked and cut, too big and long for his head.

In his shifted form, he will seek out spaces where very little light comes through: most frequently wells or watery caves. He will also tend to look for ways to the underground; such as sewers, caves, fissures, etc. Much of his control is gone in his shifted form, and he is extremely violent, and can only be controlled by being subdued.

Soul Features

• No pulse
• Body Temperature: Cold, clammy skin; ambient temperature is cold
• Unusual Dietary Requirements: Blood
• Otherworldly Aura - Upon initiating an encounter, Spectral-types often leave their conversation partners startled, daunted, intimidated, or panicked. If deliberately trying to scare someone, a Spectral-type can cause others to totally freeze in fear, unable to run, retaliate, speak, or scream.
• Incorporeality - Will be able to turn invisible in the dark; but eyes will be visible
• Sunlight Weakness/Night Strength: Strongest on a moonless night; weakest in bright light. Shining a very bright light on any Spectral-type while they're in the dark can cause them to completely freeze for a few seconds
• Glamours: Spectral-types can cast a glamour that tricks the eye of others into perceiving an illusion. They can cast this illusion upon themselves, others, or even objects, and can make them look like just about anything they can dream up.
• Levitation: NOT FLIGHT
• Temporary Posession - Night Only
• Control over Wildlife - Nocturnal Creatures mostly- Night Only
• Animal Tranformation - Rat - Night Only
• Dream Manipulation - Night only (duh)
• Mastery over Water Magic - Available in day or night.

mental changes.

Inclination to hang around anywhere someone has died. Vengeful attitude. (well... that's not a change.) Resentful towards other beings. (Again... not much of a change.) Predeliction towards darker emotions, but also complications. Habit of deciept and an uncommonly good liar.

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