This is a new character of mines. Still only confined to the GXF storylines, but if any changes need to be made, I'd be more than happy to do them.


PART I

Name: Silas
Race: Human
Age: 33
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168
Hair Color/Style: Long thinning white hair pass his shoulders
Eye Color: Pink irises with dark red pupils
Build: Hulking. Ambidextrous.
Origin: Original

PART II

Strengths & Abilities: He is very loyal and a good leader. He is very skilled with weapons and has excellent aim with a gun. As a child, he would practice on soda bottles, and his aim became increasingly better. He is very strong, and works well with his hands. Living on the streets he could not let his body go to waste if he was to protect himself. He became fit. His childhood left him somewhat wiser than normal people. He matured faster and looks at life differently.

Weaknesses: He is somewhat hard-headed. He doesn't listen to reason, only think that he is right. Even though all his choices so far have helped the SOLA organization(explained in BIO), it's a dangerous way of life and it could lead to disaster. He is an albino, and even though this is not a physical weakness, he was tormented for it as a child so it left an emotional scar. He hates his identity and takes it out on others.

PART III

Biography: Silas was born as Lucas Aringosa in the town of Rethbing. He had left home when he was seven. His drunken father, a burly dorkworker, enraged by the arrival of an albino son, beat his mother regularly, blaming her for the boy's embarassing condition. When the boy tried to defend her, he too was badly beaten. One night, there was a horrific fight, and his mother never got up. The boy stood over his lifeless mother and felt an unbearable upwelling of guilt for permitting it to happen. It was his fault, he believed. 

As if some kind of demon were controlling his body, the boy walked to the kitchen and grasped a butcher knife. Hypnotically, he moved to the bedroom where his father lay on the bed in a drunken stupor. Without a word, the boy stabbed him in the back. His father cried out in pain and tried to roll over, but his son stabbed him again, over and over until the apartment fell quiet.

The boy fled home but found the streets of Rethbing equally unfriendly. His strange appearance made him an outcast among the other young runaways, and he was forced to live alone in the basement of a neglected factory, eating stolen fruit and raw fish from the dock. His only companions were tattered magazines he found in the trash, and he taught himself to read them. Over time, he grew strong. When he was twelve, another drifter-a girl twice his age-mocked him on the streets and attempted to steal his food. The girl found herself pummeled to within inches of her life. When the authorities pulled the boy off her, they gave him an ultimatum-leave Rethbing of go to juvenile prison.

The boy moved down to the coast of Toulon. Over time, the looks of pity on the streets turned to looks of fear. The boy had grown to a powerful young man. When people passed by, he could hear them whispering to one another. 'A ghost' they would say, their eyes wide with freight as they stared at his white skin. 'A ghost with the eyes of a devil!' And he felt like a ghost, transparent, floating from seaport to seaport.

At eighteen, in a port town, while attempting to steal a case of cured ham from a cargo ship, he was caught by a pair of crewmen. The two sailors who began to beat him smelled of beer, just as his father had. The memories of fear and hatred surfaced like a monster from the deep. The young man broke the first sailor's neck with his bare hands, and only the arrival of the police saved the second sailor from a similar fate. Two months later in shackles, he arrived at a prison in Shano. 

Here he was ridiculed again for his ghostly appearance. Over the course of five years, his flesh and soul withered until he knew he had become transparent. 'I am a ghost. I am weightless. Yo soy un espectro...palido como un fantasma...caminando este mundo a solas'

One night the ghost awoke to the screams of other inmates. He didn't know what invisible force was shaking the floor on which he slept, nor what mighty hand was trembling the mortar of his stone cell, but as he jumped to his feet, a large boulder toppled onto the very spot where he had been sleeping. Looking up to see where the stone had come from, he saw a hole in the trembling wall, and beyond it, a vision he had not seen in five years. The moon.

Even while the earth still shook, the ghost found himself scrambling through a narrow tunnel, staggering out into an expansive vista, and tumbling down a barren mountainside into the woods. He ran all night, always downward, delirious with hunger and exhaustion. About to fall into unconsciousness, he found himself at dawn in a clearing where train tracks cut a swath across the forest. Following the rails, he moved on as if dreaming. Seeing an empty freight car, he crawled in for shelter and rest. When he awoke, the train was moving.. A pain was growing in his gut. He slept again. This time he awoke to find somone yelling, beating him, throwing him out of the freight car. Bloody, he wandered the outskirts of a small village looking in vain for food. Finally, his body too weak to take another step, he lay down by the side of the road and slipped into unconsciousness.

It was a scream of anguish that startled the ghost from his slumber. His body leapt out of bed, staggering down a hallway toward the sounds of shouting. He entered into a kitchen and found a large man beating a smaller, elder man. Without knowing why, he grabbed the larger man and hurled him back against a wall. The man fled, leaving the ghost standing over the body of the other man. The man got up and thanked him. He then introduced himself as Manuel. He asked for the name of the ghost, but he could not answer. He could not remember the name his parents had given him. All he remembered were the taunting gibes of the prison guards.

Manuel smiled and told him not to worry about it. He told the ghost that they were in the town of Oviedo. He said he found the ghost by the road and brought him in. Manuel showed the ghost a newspaper clipping about an earthquake that opened the prison and many criminals fled. The ghost was shocked, but Manuel didn't do anything. He explained that he welcomed such company. He then said that he belonged to a brotherhood known as the Shining Order of Lucifer's Apostles(here on out called SOLA). He offered the ghost a place in the organization. 

The ghost had to be reborn into the cult, and his new name became Silas. Mockingly taken from the Bible, a man who was imprisoned and an earthquake shook the earth, opening the prison doors.

The SOLA organization is a demonic cult that has been around for thousands of years and was built around a prophecy. They worship Lucifer and also claim to hold an ancient relic from Satan himself. They work in secrecy. The cult is vast, with thousands of members spanning over different parts of the world. A series of inhumane rituals have to be performed for people to be initiated into the group, more commonly known as Corporal Mortification.

Silas was 23 years old when he was admitted into the cult. He served loyally for ten years. He was happy here because no one mocked him for his appearance, they accepted him as a brother. The leader of the organization was Manuel, the same one who picked Silas up and brought him in. He took good care of Silas and watched over him. When Silas was 32 years old, Manuel was already an old man and announced he was stepping down, and decided to give his position up to Silas, who then became the leader of the cult. Manuel justified this move, which shocked many of the other members who were around for 20 to 30 years, expecting them to get the position, by saying that Manuel trusts Silas and believes he can lead SOLA further than even he could.

Silas accepted and has now been leading the organization for a year. Keeping his eyes open for the prophecy to come true...