Male

Early 20s

One of the founders of Sai, one of the primary protagonists

Sil, Tumor Deer, Asshole, green cunt, the false Gaylord, Element of Love, A Rube Goldberg Machine of emotional issues

Ceryneian Hind, Celesten

Natural, earthy green

Well-built, but not particularly bulky.

Aside from the obvious (golden antlers), a small scar below his eye, acquired before his regeneration developed

Slightly below average weight for his species

Average height for his species, about 5'9"

Blonde with blue highlights

Well-kept, bangs combed to the side, obscuring the base of his left antler, and a short ponytail

None

Deep blue

As a Celesten, Sil is naturally gifted with magic, and picks up new spells quickly

Apathetic, cynical, and passive on the surface, but hyperfocused and determined on the inside

Sil reads in his off time, and tries not to spend his free time outside if he can help it

Privileged Celesten anger him, so naturally he has a hard time trusting any Celesten he doesn't know personally

His jaded attitude can make him somewhat apathetic at times, and sometimes needs convincing that his help is necessary

Protecting his family, preventing others from suffering the fate he and his sisters endured at the hands of the Forsaken Union

Somewhat jaded, lacking in the optimism his sisters seem to show, and nothing seems to surprise him anymore, but still he retains his heroic attitude.

Blue

Mercenary, Adventurer, scholar

The pussy of semi-aquatic creatures and the webbing between their toes

Duskmender

Otters

Born in the Forsaken Union as Naura Maril, the child of Long Rod Pop and Maril, Sil was born and raised female. Torn from his family immediately to be raised, conditioned, and trained as a child soldier for the FU, Sil knew nothing of his parents but passing comments and impossibly hazy images of their faces. While his half sister, Andromeda, was fortunate enough to earn the sympathy of a would-be Forsaken Union defector, Sil received no such kindness. He had known no love nor companionship in the Forsaken Union, not even from his peers, as the conditions under which they were raised strictly forbid fraternization under threat of brutal punishment, which was the case with most things. At around age 12, Sil began to outwardly exhibit signs of dysphoria. He became more depressed, and underperformed as a result, for he could not even take comfort in the one thing that was truly his: His own body. He would ask that his supervisors call him Silrenos instead of Naura, and would even lash out verbally or refuse to follow orders if they refused to do so, which was met with the harsh punishment that he had all but grown accustomed to. Forsaken Union scientists took notice of this, namely Strokra, who had psychologist sessions arranged for the child to confirm his symptoms. Once he had been properly diagnosed, Strokra took to creating a new, male body in which Sil would be comfortable. He believed that if Sil could have a body that he could be himself in, he would be grateful and loyal to the Forsaken Union for the rest of his life. Besides, he was of no use to them in this state of depression and numbness. The body was almost a perfect genetic clone of Sil, save for the obvious, and retained his genetic mutation of full-body cellular regeneration. Accelerating the growth of the body to Sil's current physical age took some time, but it was ready by his 13th birthday. There was no pomp and circumstance, Sil immediately underwent the procedure to transfer his mind and consciousness to the new body. After the procedure was complete and Sil underwent some responsiveness tests and physical therapy, Sil took to the body quite well, and was at a loss. He had known no kindness his whole life, but received such an incredible gift from whom he believed was his tormentors. This bred discord in his mind, but he did not think to question it. For a time, Strokra's plan worked. He loyally served the Forsaken Union and became an efficient and deadly soldier once again. But despite the gift he, in his misguided mind, believed was given to him out of care and kindness, the torment continued. For two years, it continued, and the discord and pain in Sil's mind grew louder. He knew he could not take much more, and decided to escape as soon as the opportunity presented itself, which it soon did. Out on a mission with a small group of his fellow soldiers, now all between the ages of 12 and 15, Sil saw his opportunity, and ran. To this day he doesn't know how far he ran, he simply ran until his legs buckled and he collapsed in the dirt. Of course, the others reported his disappearance right away, and the Forsaken Union hired a mercenary to retrieve him, concerned that if they sent his group, that he would manipulate them into joining him. The mercenary they sent was Raptor, who tracked him down to a small town's prison where he had been locked up for disturbing the peace, frantically and madly stumbling around, rambling about the Forsaken Union and his comrades, who he did wish to come back for. Raptor took pity on the young man, who clearly looked broken and in pained. He elected not to return him to the Forsaken Union, and they went on to form the group known as Sai with Quincy Dao, and later Dutch Patch. For 8 years, Sil continued to fight. Sil grew jaded and tired, and one day simply told his friends that he was done fighting. He no longer saw a point in doing so. Quincy tried to stop him, tried to help him see reason. But Raptor simply let him go. Wether he would come around or not, it was out of their hands. 1 year passed, and Sil, living a secluded life in The Ward, received a letter from Annie Maril, his estranged sister whom he had met years before on his travels. She told of a young Celesten girl who had escaped the Forsaken Union, and was being hunted down by them, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. Sil was prepared to reluctantly dismiss the letter, to pile it in the drawer with other letters from Sai asking when or if he will ever return, but something stopped him. Wether it was that it came from his sister or that it concerned a FU escapee, he wasn't sure. But he hurriedly gathered his things, drew his sword for the first time in a year, and took to tracking Annie down. Just because he was tired of fighting doesn't mean there aren't Repraisans out there who need to be protected.

Received minimum education from the Forsaken Union, about as much as a child soldier needs

October 18th