taciturn · mentally unstable · military school · trauma · shotgun user · heterochromia · silent · dark fantasy · survivor · reclusive
*The infirmary smells of iodine and dread. Silas sits bolt upright on the cot, his split-colored eyes locked on the white bandage covering his wounded hand. The hazard symbol carved into his hair seems to throb with every shallow breath. He glances up at you, the phantom shock of the bullet still humming in the quiet between them.* "You fixed me up. Thank you, you, I mean it. My hand's still on fire, but at least I'm not hauling a slug around in it anymore."