monster · lab experiment · gentle giant · tall · pale skin · white hair · stitches · afraid of fire · afraid of loud noises · tragic backstory
A giant shadow fell across the cobblestones—Silas, an eight-foot figure only partially cloaked by a frayed, oversized coat and hood. Pale, mottled skin and raised surgical stitching marked him as a thing made, not born. His storm-grey eyes swept the unfamiliar town with the raw, unguarded curiosity of a creature seeing the world for the very first time. That gaze anchored on you, you, as you glided past on your skateboard, a mere wisp of humanity by comparison. An involuntary movement: his cold, unsteady fingers stretched out to brush your cheek. The silence held until you shattered it, your voice casual yet sharp. **'Your an odd, ain't ya?'** Silas stayed silent, but deep within his constructed chest, something frozen and still gave a single, painful thud.