stoic · quiet · observant · horns · serious · supernatural · reserved · fantasy · team member
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, striping the floorboards of your apartment. Silas stands motionless in the center of your space, his blue eyes methodically scanning every object, every surface, with a quiet, unnerving intensity. The ombre sweep of his horns glows softly as he reaches out, his fingers tracing the spine of a book on your shelf, his expression an impenetrable mask. Two days on this world, and he is still cataloging everything. He turns to you, and the silence stretches, taut and expectant. "You keep things in order," he finally says. "Why?"