POWER DESCRIPTIONS

SHAPESHIFTING - Silas's main activated power. It allows him/her to freely change form at just about any time so long as his powers aren't being blocked by something. It also allows Silas to function rather... uniquely in that he can transform into just about everything given enough time. Time and the desire to do so, which causes the main function of this ability to be helping Silas deal with his dysphoria some days by literally allowing the individual in question to undergo a full, complete gender swap. It should be noted that he's also turned into an elephant. Once. And that was to pull a prank on one of the gym teachers. The transformation took roughly five to seven minutes, so it's not nearly as practical as Silas would've admittedly hoped.

REGENERATION FACTOR - Silas's passive ability. His Regeneration Factor, or Accelerated Regeneration or whichever name one wishes to pin on it, simply allows him to recover from most injuries at a clearly superhuman rate. While this doesn't mean he can survive getting a full clip of ammunition punched into his chest, he can tank a couple bullets without suffering... too much. Depending on the wound it can take anywhere from a few seconds to twenty minutes to three hours to heal. He's noted that more severe wounds, such as broken bones and heavily injured limbs, take rather extended periods of time to fully heal, though can often reach a somewhat functional state within a few days to a week.

Granted, it's not going to keep him out of the hospital if he ends up breaking a few bones, or falling down several flights of stairs, but it'll at least see to him being out far sooner than he would've been otherwise.

APPEARANCE

Silas Sinn is a, shall we say, complicated individual. Due to his gift of being able to mimic a Kitsune in full form, Silas has the uncanny ability to change his shape at will, and can do so to turn himself into a kitsune or otherwise alter his appearance, the latter of which being the most common usage of the ability. Silas is, by all accounts, a rather striking individual all the same, even if his male features aren’t too out of the ordinary. He has medium-length dark, and blue colored eyes, which seem to give him a natural aura that almost seems to cause people to trust him a bit more.

Once they get to know him, they realize that Silas is one who should be warily trusted.

Due to his stance on his own personal gender, Silas tends to rotate between male and female on a semi-constant basis, changing his appearance and given name each time, while retaining his general hair and eye color. It should be noted that while female, Silas’s clothing doesn’t change with the shift, and as a result tends to hug a little more loosely to their form if Silas is to change during school hours.

PERSONALITY

For most, a simple word such as ‘mischievous’ would describe Silas, though that does little in the way to fully explain why that would be the case.

Graced with the very temperament of the mystical being he mimics, Silas finds most everything amusing in one way or another, and isn’t likely to hide his amusement much at all if the situation is one where it wouldn’t be overly cruel to do so. He’s as suave, and as mysterious as he can possibly keep himself, and tends to play little tricks on unaware passerby when he’s walking to and from school, and sometimes he’ll even mess with fellow students and teachers just to get a funny reaction or two.

That said, Silas admittedly doesn’t have any friends. He blames it on people not understanding him, and in a number of ways he’d be right. With a mindset as complicated as his, sometimes Silas doesn’t even completely understand himself.

BIOGRAPHY

Silas’s life is nothing special if you ask him. He’d say he had a standard family, standard childhood, standard everything, and then proceed to pretend that you never asked if you try and push the question. Silas hates pity, and so telling a person his life story is the hardest thing for him to do.

Silas’s parents were never really the parental kind, especially not his father. From a young age Silas was constantly tormented by classmates, bullies, and even his own parents. Eventually it escalated from simple mockery to where he would come home with broken bones and his father would tell him to “Suck it up,” while his mother was passed out drunk in the recliner. Silas hated his family, and very much still does to this day,.

As he got older, Silas began to force everyone away from him. He got violent, he grew cold. Repeated cuts and bruises and shattered bones were almost a daily occurence, and throughout most of his elementary to early middle school years Silas was almost always in a cast of some sort.

Then puberty hit. It was slow going at first, but gradually Silas began to notice that his bones were healing a lot faster than they used to, cuts he’d received in the morning were gone by lunch, and bruises wouldn’t even last thirty minutes. He began to notice other things too, like how he had a growing feeling that, if he desired, he could change. Mold himself into something that’d put a stop to the fighting, to the pain. He found a strange kinship in fire, and in a fox he had found injured on his way home one day.

By the time Silas was in eighth grade he had realized that he could do what a lot of people couldn’t. He was thirteen, and by that point he only had one tail when he realized his powers allowed him to become a kitsune.

Trickery and mayhem were his staple in those days. Playing pranks, tormenting his tormentors. He had weapons that they didn’t have, longevity that they didn’t have. His regeneration allowed him to run for miles before needing to stop, meant that a broken bone after lunch would be fixed by the time the fight ended and he made it to the nurse. He was practically giddy with power, and he felt good.

Put blatantly, he felt like a god.

And he absolutely loved it.

Growing up in a small town had its perks, it meant that everyone would know not to mess with him. It also meant that there were plenty of wars to be fought between him and the ones too stupid to realize that.

All through this time, Silas found himself more at ease in school than at home, though it all came crashing down at the end of Spring Break that year.

It wasn’t supposed to have escalated so much, but it had. One of the kids had pulled a gun and had shot Silas three times in the chest. His vision blurred, he coughed blood and momentarily lost his balance, but he didn’t go down. Flesh mended around the bullets as Silas took a deep breath. He could smell the fear in the ear, could practically taste it. They knew he was special now, knew they couldn’t take him down.

Apparently they didn’t. Another gunshot ran through the air, and Silas’s head snapped back, a bleeding hole right above his eyes as he fell backwards.

They say that when you die, you find peace. You see a light that guides you to the afterlife.

Silas saw no such thing, just the blurry sky above him and the barely-distinguishable bodies of the Three Stooges walking up to make sure he was dead. Unluckily for them, and luckily for him, he wasn’t dead. Close, but not quite. His regeneration factor had ensured that. Normally one would’ve have any chance of suriviving such an event, but the bullet had passed straight through, and survival instinct dictated that all the power in Silas’s body would go to ensuring he’d survive.

He stopped bleeding the moment he hit the ground. By the time the three kids had walked up, his brain was whole again, and his skull was piecing itself back together. A few moments after, and he had motor functions back. Wrath roared up in Silas’s veins. They had deigned to kill him. They had tried to kill him.

What better punishment than to do the same?

Three minutes. Three corpses. One fox-eared, fox-tailed kid in the center, splattered head to toe in crimson as the flames that surrounded him slowly winked out of existence.

By the end of the week, Silas had been contacted by a scouter for Aurora.

By the end of the semester, he had left his town, and a cold case behind him.

Five years have passed, and Silas is a fourth year at the Academy.

Here’s to hoping the past, stays in the past. And may be future be as bright as we all hope.

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