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                                        █ █ B A S I C S

                                              █ NAME ▬ Silas Stanford
                                              █ AGE ▬ 30
                                              █ NICKNAME ▬ Sailor
                                              █ GENDER ▬ Male
                                              █ RACE ▬ Human
                                              █ ORIENTATION ▬ He has no idea
                                              █ OCCUPATION ▬ Prostitute and wannabe detective
                                              █ PARTNER ▬ Single
                                              █ MASTER ▬ His master is missing; he's been looking for her (none)

                                        █ █ A P P E A R A N C E

                                              █ HAIR ▬ Blue-Black
                                              █ EYES ▬ Yellow
                                              █ BUILD ▬ Runners build [5"8]
                                              █ TATTOOS ▬ None
                                              █ SCARS ▬ He's missing his right eye
                                              █ BIRTHMARKS ▬ none

                                        █ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
                                        █ █ H I S T O R Y

                                              █ BACKGROUND
                                              Silas began life as a civilian with a tick. He had anger problems from a very young age, which gave him problems making friends from the get-go. His mother, a human working as a waitress full time trying to support her son, had her hands full enough as it was without being called in to school nigh-constantly for her troublemaking boy getting into fights. So he was largely left to his own devices. His father was never in the picture, and his mother warned him multiple times when he grew into his teenaged years to never go looking for him. But like many underprivileged youth he struggled with finding his place in society. He jumped from girlfriend to girlfriend until, at 19, he fell in with a girl he was head over heels for. She was a lot like himself. Boisterous, headstrong, prone to abusing certain recreational substances. They moved in almost immediately, but at the end of a year things had gone south. They fought almost nightly, cheated on one another, and even came to blows. Silas had always had difficulty keeping a handle on his anger. So one night, after Lily slapped him, he saw red. He grabbed a nearby cast-iron pan (they had the unfortunate and risky habit of arguing in the kitchenette), and struck her over the head with it. And after she fell, he hit her again. And again. And again. Until her face was gone and there was only a red bloody mess and he was left with slick hands and sweat on his brow. He regretted it immediately, of course, but it didn't change what had been done, and it couldn't undo it. He didn't have the means or the capacity to cover it up, so he ran. But he didn't get far before he was apprehended. The trial was fairly quick, and he was deemed unfit to ever re-enter society as he was. That was how Silas fell into the hands of the division.

                                              Several years later, and the man who emerged from the Division was completely unrecognizable from the boy who had gone in. He had all the patience of a stone in a storm. He smiled and bowed and said please and thank you and never raised his voice. He could even be struck, multiple times as hard as you like, and he'd still only smile at you. It was at this point he was deemed fit enough to be sold. As a reformed slave he wasn't a particularly fantastic specimen, but after a long streak of excellent behavior in the shop and no mishaps, he was eventually sold as a caretaker to an elderly woman by the name of Rose. Rose was a very kindly old woman, a more accommodating master couldn't be wished for. Her family had never been terribly wealthy, but her children had chipped in to make sure she was properly cared for in the twilight years of her life. She told Silas that he reminded her of a sailor she had dated in her youth, and affectionately dubbed him 'Sailor,' a name he kept for the rest of his life. Sailor did everything in his power for her, from cooking her meals, cleaning her clothes and house, helping her to her favorite chair in the garden on sunny days, and back inside when the daytime heat became too much. But despite his constant attentions, Rose quietly slipped away in her sleep a mere three years later, leaving her young slave alone. But not masterless, it would seem. Rose had a granddaughter, the only one of her family who still wrote her letters regularly, named Dahlia. Rose felt that Dahlia needed some help as well, poor and lonely as she was. So in her will Sailor was left to her. Dahlia was even younger than he, loudmouthed and headstrong and strikingly a lot like... but he couldn't remember the name or the face. Another flower in a place he couldn't reach anymore. In any case, Sailor did his best to care for Dahlia as he had for Rose. But Dahlia seemed to have.... different ideas, about how to best apply her slave.

                                              Sailor did everything she asked of him, though, as long as he could keep her happy and healthy and safe. So even if some of the things she wanted from him made him uncomfortable it was okay, whether she wanted him to do it with her or with the people who gave her money, it didn't matter. Dahlia saw lots of strangers day in and day out. Sailor was always cleaning up her apartment for her and trying to make sure she ate three meals a day but sometimes it was hard, and she often seemed annoyed by it. But one night, Sailor found himself alone, and Dahlia was missing. He had no explanation for how, or why, she'd just.... vanished. And so ever since then Sailor has been doing everything in his power to find her, working the same street corners she did and trying to track down her whereabouts. Whether she was sold into illegal slavery, was kidnapped, or otherwise, he is determined to find her, no matter what the cost.

                                              But the punchline is this; Dahlia is dead.

                                              She has been for at least two years now. Sailor watched it happen. But something, someone, mixed him up when it happened, reached into his head and crossed his wires in just the wrong way, leaving him a dog chasing his own tail, turning in circles. He has 'discovered' Dahlias death twice so far since, using a combination of detective work and witness questioning to eventually find the truth. Both times he's had a breakdown, flown into hysterics, and woken up again completely unable to remember what happened to Dahlia, only that he needs to find her.

                                              In the meantime, Sailor has been living an oddly normal life. After Dahlias disappearance he just sort of... wandered off. And she was separated enough from her family that they didn't come looking for him, and the officers who covered the murder simply assumed that whoever had offed her had gotten rid of her slave as well. He's been working as a prostitute since that time, because that was what Dahlia did. It lets him earn money for a drafty little apartment where he keeps his corkboard full of evidence, letters, photos, red string, all of which sometimes is spontaneously trashed and torn to shreds, and it's a bit of a setback, but he doesn't mind too much when it happens. He's made a simple life for himself, scraping by on money he gets without too many questions, mostly servicing men who go cruising for a good time in the slums, and it doesn't bother him, it's not a problem. But every now and again, when something rubs him exactly the wrong way, he snaps again. Still, you'd never know it, with such a peaceful smile.

                                              █ ABILITIES
                                              ▬ DURABLE
                                              When he was living life as a citizen, Sailor spent a lot of time brawling, fighting, and generally putting his body through rigorous activity to try and toughen himself up. Despite having been a little less active in the few years he was taking care of Rose, he has largely maintained his physique. He won't even be able to beat a lycan or a werewolf in an arm wrestling match, but he's become very resistant to being tossed around and can generally get himself back on his feet pretty quickly.

                                              ▬ BERSERKER
                                              This 'ability' isn't really one that Silas is conscious of. Before he was retrained by the Division, Silas was an angry war machine, constantly fighting and lashing out in anger against those around him, and while his general human prowess wasn't terribly intimidating in and of itself, his sheer reckless abandon made him formidable. These days he is typically completely cowed, and never even considers violence. But since a stranger crossed the wires in his brain again, he can sometimes, with the right trigger, be reverted into a berserker state, where he not only reverts back to his vicious demeanor, but attacks those near him without thought, reason, or restraint. He typically enters this state for a brief period after each time he 'discovers' Dahlias death again.

                                              ▬ SLEEP AND FORGET
                                              Sailor has the ability to completely erase information that he does not want to accept or see. Each time he discovers Dahlias death, he does this, falling into a deep sleep after his rampage and deleting any information he's collected on her whereabouts and putting his investigation back to square one. Although he himself is very perceptive, he will sometimes unconsciously block out key bits of information if its something he doesn't want to confront.

                                              ▬ SHERLOCK
                                              Ok he isn't nearly as skilled a detective as Sherlock. But Sailor has put a lot of effort into sharpening his mind, and has become incredibly skilled at creating and breaking ciphers and codes, puzzles and riddles, and finding connections and links between information. He's very analytical, and gets excited each time he solves a problem. He will frequently write himself letters and messages in code. He actually has an entire journal of all his investigation written in terribly complex codes, which he subsequently forgets. Each time he forgets, he starts a new type of code in the journal, unable to read the previous passages as he made them too difficult for him to crack after forgetting.


                                              █ EXTRA
                                              It is wholly possible that Sailor has killed people in his fury, but simply does not remember.

                                              Because of both Dahlia and Lily, Sailor has an odd obsession with red hued hair, particularly on women. He tends to fixate more on those with red or reddish hair.