Post by roxybird1 on Jul 2, 2012 12:11:25 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Silvanius Kohler
Nicknames: Silas
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: October Thirteenth
Grade: Eleventh
Power: Power Replication (they have to be in the same area as him), Enhanced Memory
Member Group: Battle Front
Canon or not: Canon
Appearance: Silas is a handsome young man to say the least. He has gone through most of his growth spurts, making him stand at 5'11". Because of how tall his father was, there is a good change that he'll grow once more before he graduates. His body is not built for strength, even though he can carry and move heavy objects and people. His body is more for the looks than anything else, being nice and lean. He only weighs in around one hundred seventy-eight pounds.
Silas has very pale skin from being inside too much. Even while on the academy's island, he hates going out into the sunlight. His short, messy hair is naturally purple. It's a bit weird, and he was teased about it quite a lot as a child, growing up in a neighborhood filled with blond, brown, and black hair, though he still had friends. He tried dying it black, but the color wouldn't stay. It just made the purple a little bit darker, though not by much for most of his hair, the darkest strands being on the very top of his head. His eyes are also a lavender color, something his mother always loved.
Silas also carries around a creepy blue rag doll, no matter where he goes. Why? Because his sister gave it to him before he was forced out of the house. He doesn't care what the teachers or Prefects say about it. He is going to bring that doll into class whether they like it or not. Oh, and if that white stick hanging from his mouth looks like a cigarette, it's not. He just likes his lollipops, and he tends to carry a little bag of them around.
Personality
Likes:
- Roses
- Kids
- Animals
- Creepy dolls
- Sweets
- Being where he belongs
Dislikes:
- Spicy foods
- The Government
- Homework
- School in general
- Being away from home
- Being forced to do what the Government wants
- Prefects
Fears:
- Failing before he graduates.
- Going home to a barren house.
- Begin forgotten.
Strengths:
- Loyal
- Adaptable
- Observant
Weaknesses:
- A bit reckless
- Stubborn
- Persistent
Goals:
- To overthrow the Prefects
- To be able to go back home
Overall Personality: Silvanius is double sided. There's one side he shows to friends, the Battle Front, and family, and there's a side he shows everyone else. We'll start off with what he shows everyone else, the side that can easily get him in trouble.
So, what is this side? It's the rebellious teenager the Battle Front is often branded with. If they think that's how they are, then why not give them the show they want? He'll walk into class late, break a couple of rules, and he'll even pull a few pranks on the goody-two-shoes Prefects. It's all just a joke, a way to be undermined by the authorities. Make them think you're just the common trash, and you can surprise them with your true power.
The side he shows the Battle Front, friends, and family is completely different. He isn't rebellious in attitude, even if his intentions for the Battle Front is to rebel. He's calmer and thinks things through more. He becomes a little overprotective, fussing over the slightest thing like a scratch. Some call it 'mother bear mode' at times, minus the calm part of his personality. It comes from growing up with your parents at work a majority of the time while taking care of younger siblings.
Silas is a natural leader. Inspirational speeches just come naturally to him (though they always sound better in Roxybird's head, but... shhhhh), and he's always open to ideas from his loyal 'subjects'. His mind is always set on the good of the Battle Front, and he doesn't really care if protecting those of the Battle Front means harming the Prefects. He could care less about the Government's lapdogs, and he isn't afraid to openly insult them.
Silvanius is one of those people who would drop what he is doing to protect another. Yes, even a Prefect, but it always depends on what's going on. If they're in the middle of a battle, then he wouldn't protect a Prefect, but the case would be different if a Prefect was about to be run over by a car or train. There shouldn't be any trains on the island, but you never know. Oh, and remember that bag of lollipops he carries around? If you get close enough to him, he'll share those. And don't even think about touching his creepy blue rag doll. He will bite your hand off.
History
Family Members/guardians:
History: Silas was born in a small country town in Germany. His life was simple enough. His parents made enough to keep a roof over their heads, and Silvanius was able to go to a decent little elementary-middle school. His childhood days were spent running around, playing with friends, and never once having to study. Why? Well... You would think that he would just be a preschool or kindergarten. No, he skipped those and went straight into the first grade when he was four. That reason was because the town was too poor to have preschool or kindergarten programs. Ship the kids off into elementary school and see what happens, shall we?
While he didn't know it at the time, his enhanced memory glued every detail and word from the large print textbook and his teacher into his mind. He was fine with this because what little boy would want to study, anyway? He would much rather be outside, playing army with his friends.
Things changed when the twins were born. At the age of five, and only just about to go into the second grade, the twins were rather unexpected. He didn't like the idea of having them at first, for it would mean less time with his mother. The twins grew on him, though, when Ida actually brought them home. Sure, his mother was busy with them, and his father had to be the main one to support the family for a while, but he had little brothers! He couldn't wait for them to grow up so he could play with them, teach them the ways of the little gang the neighborhood boys set up, and to protect them from the big bad bullies.
At the age of seven, though, he had to be taken out of school. His mother had to take more time off from work to take care of the twins, and she needed his help. So, putting on the big boy pants, he helped his mother out the best he could. The workload doubled when his mother gave birth to a little girl. Lucius and Uri were still toddlers, and a new baby was just overload. Thankfully, the one of the neighbors offered to help. Silas would take the twins next door, and the twins would play with the neighbor's toddlers. What would Silas do? The neighbor had taken pity on him, being a firm believer that every child should have a decent education, so she would sit down with him and tutor him.
As the years went by, he and his siblings grew. Once his mother was absolutely sure Silas could handle the three by himself, she set back off to work, sometimes not even coming home until late. His parents paychecks combined sometimes wasn't enough to support all five of them, but they made it work.
By now you are probably wondering about his power, other than the enhanced memory. You see, the chances of someone else being gifted in his town was very slim, so him replicating their power wouldn't be possible. He was just branded as 'smart'. But, at the age of thirteen, someone gifted did come into the town.It was a man who was obviously working for the government. He went from house to house, asking parents if they had 'special' children.
When he came to the Kohler household, he was invited in. He talked his father--the only parent off work at the time--up. And his father said that his eldest son was the smartest kid in the town, even smarter than some of the adults! This sparked the man's interest, so he asked to see Silas. He just so happened to be, uh, in the other room, so not eavesdropping. The man looked him over before simply humming to himself. The man stood up and turned to leave when sparks emitted from the boy's hands.
Silas was stunned, his mouth hanging open, and his eyes locked on his hands as the sparks flew around the room. The man turned back around, a large grin forming on his face. He fished out a small black phone and made a quick call. He then focused on the boy, telling him to close his hands. Silas did as instructed, watching in awe and horror as the sparks disappeared. In a matter of moments, there was a knock at the door, and the man opened it himself. More men from the government flooded into the house, and a single woman walked in.
When she walked in, voices flooded his mind. He clutched his head, falling to the ground, screaming for the voices to go away. The man and woman exchanged glances before nodding to each other, muttering the same words: Power Replicator. While he was still in a daze, they briefly spoke with his father. He couldn't understand what was going on, but his father ran up stairs. He came back down with a suitcase marked with his name on it. Silas stood up as the noise in his head slowly receded, stumbling forwards.
One of the government workers caught him, making sure he was steady before going back to whatever he was doing. Then his dad told him he had to leave. Leave? To where? His siblings were quick to hop downstairs and tackle Silas back down with a hug. A couple of minutes passed as his younger siblings sobbed, only to be removed by their father. Ezra broke away from their father, running up to Silas and handing him her favorite--yet very creepy--doll. He accepted it and obediently went with the men and woman.
He was taken to an island far from the mainland. He was given very little information about where he was going, only being told that it was a school for 'his kind'. He didn't actually start the school until a month later. What happened during that month? Training. His power replication skills were unstable, so they put him through boot camp until he could summon another's power at will. Otherwise the whole school would explode from so many different powers all at once, or his body would have given out and he would have died.
During his first year there, he was the awkward little German boy off in the corner. He didn't know what to do. He knew no one, and he didn't know who to trust. Half way through the year he was approached by an upperclassman. The other student quickly befriended him and toted him around. He actually had a friend in the school. That friend brought him into a world he didn't know existed--the world of the Battle Front. He was quick to accept the offer to be in it, especially since their focus was getting rid of the Prefects.
The next four years passed by. He had climbed the ranks of the Battle Front and helped them in their fight against the Prefects. When the old leader had to resign due to graduation, Silas was made the new leader.
Behind the Character
Name: Roxybird, or just Roxy
RP Experience: Three years, inching towards four.
How did you find us: Proboards Support
RP Sample:( taken from one of my sites; my general length for starters. )
Mrroowww!
"Whiskers, not now!"
Blue eyes narrowed at the black cat. He gave a huff, repositioning himself. His hands were placed in front of him, feet shoulder width apart. Today he was going to try and work on his corridor powers. He needed them to come back, especially since the Superior wouldn't be too keen on the idea of the Keyblade wielder being forced to pair up with other Organization members every time he went out on a mission... Whenever he started giving them missions again, that is.
His body tensed as his focus went back to the flickering swirl of darkness that was appearing only feet away from him. This was progress, good progress. He called upon whatever powers of darkness he could muster, causing the spiraling shadows to grow as the seconds ticked by.
Mrrrrrooowwwwwww!
Why did he pick up that cat again? Axel really should have told him to leave it... Roxas forced his mind to concentrate. He couldn't get sidetracked this early. The corridor was almost done... Wait, wait, there! The blond gave a satisfied sigh as the rather unstable corridor flickered. Glancing back at Mister Whiskers, he gave the cat a nod. "I'll be back soon. Don't get into trouble again..." He strode forwards, holding his breath as he stepped into the portal. Hopefully his powers worked again when he wanted to go back...
As the darkness swallowed him, the flickering corridor disappeared, leaving Mister Whiskers to run around, yowling. The black bundle of fur shot out of Roxas's room after nudging the door open, rocketing down the hall.
Roxas took in a large breath of air when he exited the portal. His nose scrunched up, and he let out a sneeze. Where the hell did that portal take him? There was so much dirt in the air! Blue eyes scanned the area, taking in the dry landscape and... Were those elephant bones? He took a step towards one of the huge skulls, only to trip over his own feet. No... Those were paws.
The blond stared down at what should have been his hands. Yes, those were paws. He turned his head every way possible, taking in the full scale of what this world did to him. He had a tail, ears, and fur everywhere! Not to mention he was turned into a cub, making him even shorter than he was as a normal Nobody. How was he supposed to hold two Keyblades without hands? There was his mouth... Maybe his tail? No, he would just have to use one weapon.
"This is ridiculous..." Roxas gave a grunt in disapproval, stalking down through the Elephant Graveyard. Walking on four legs was hard! Moving one leg at a time was hard enough, and now he had to move two. How did Mister Whiskers move around so flawlessly? Then again, that cat did like to spaz out and run into walls... And furniture...
At least Axel and Demyx weren't here to laugh at him...
