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Author Topic: Silvanus Django  (Read 213 times)

Description: Black Widow Prince. Blood Opal to Red. played by Sol

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Silvanus Django
« on: Oct 30, 19, 02:25:41 PM »
The Basics

Character Name:  Silvanus Django
Nicknames: Sil (friends only); Van (dangerously); Styx (professionally)
Age and Birth Year:  31; Born 163 AP
Race:  short-lived
Caste:  Black Widow Prince
Birth Territory:  Dena Nehele   
Home Territory:  Dena Nehele

Birthright Jewel: uncut Blood Opal
Offering Jewel: cut Red

Role: The Styx
Faction: The Conclave

Appearance

Play By: Robert Sheehan
Distinguishing Features:
Striking hazel green eyes, that seem to shift tints depending on the lighting.
Occasional eye-liner, depending on his mood.
Tattoos on the palms of his hands

Personality


Personality:

Born with Dual Castes, Silvanus is a complicated man, something he recognizes about himself.  He does not restrain his peculiarities overmuch, having decided a very long time ago that the world at large would have to accept him as he was, or not at all, and those that numbered among the latter could largely go spin in the Abyss.  Silvanus has had this attitude since he was a child, whether it was the love and support of his Priestess mother, or the framework of acceptance supplied by the Conclave, even he cannot say, but nature or nurture, upon being met for the first time, one thing is clear; Silvanus does not really care what people, in general, think of him.  He is clearly dancing to a tune only he can hear, and he is more than alright with that.

As a Black Widow, he is entirely changeable, one moment he is happy and content, and the next nothing is good enough.  One moment his wit is sharp and cutting, and the next he is sweet and accommodating.  He is burdened by his prescience, and sometimes feels that Dena Nehele has no surprises left to offer him, hence he revels in new experiences with the passion of an unabashed hedonist.  Drugs, alcohol, and sex are all things he greatly enjoys as an exploration of his senses, and even his Powers, with sex sometimes pursued with the same predatory hunger of an even darker Male Caste, the Black Widow and Prince combining into something whose needs run deeper than the usual.  Raised around Priestesses and the Conclave, most of these activities are seen as an attempt to become closer to the goddess, Mother Night herself, whether it is through Communion or through sex and the sensual, it is all done with a tone of benediction.  Seen through this lens, he is shameless in the expression of his desires, and equally shameless about his mercurial nature.  Silvanus understands that he is an acquired taste, and feels sorry for those that can’t acquire him.  He’s fabulous, after all.

As a Prince, one of the more common aspects of his moods and demeanor, is focus.  Silvanus can be terribly focused and almost obsessive about details. He can remember everything about a person’s appearance after only a minute of interaction, and during that interaction he can immediately pick out subtle facets that others might not.  The nature of the mud on someone’s shoes, whatever a person ate that gave them that breath, and possibly what vendor they bought that garlic ridden pastry from.  He is able to dissect a problem quickly and efficiently, turning it over in his mind to discern the best approach for resolution, whether that approach be subtle or violent.  It is this eye for detail that helps him to focus the other half of his nature, turning someone that could otherwise be controlled by his impulses, into a focused and occasionally dangerous man.  This does not mean, he is suddenly sober, but he is never as far gone as anyone thinks he is.

In combination, Silvanus is a curiously competent man.  In his areas of expertise, he is supremely confident (and pretty confident otherwise as well), and has very little patience for the gainsaying of the ignorant.  He has a unique understanding of his place in Dena Nehele, and indeed, into the character of the Territory at large, and despite its dirt and its secrets, he loves it.  There is no place in all the Realm better suited to having a Silvanus in their number than his very own home.  He has very little time for fools, but has been seen toying with lesser minds simply because they caught him at the wrong (or right) moment.  Silvanus is not easily moved to anger, but there is the sense about him that his cup is very full, and just a drop or two of unasked for knowledge or annoyance can send it overflowing.  He will become terribly sober at those moments, a sure sign that his patience and self-control are no longer a factor.

Likes:

  • 1 Mercury Florius; Silvanus has known Mercury since his Offering.  He found her terribly alluring then, and that feeling has only grown over the years.  He has worked and lived around her for much of his life, and was more than aware of her marriage to some Warlord Prince prat that did not appreciate her as he did.  Some would say it is simply a case of desiring forbidden fruit, but Silvanus knows better than that.  He’s already had some forbidden fruit elsewhere.
  • 2 Minds/Memories; Silvanus enjoys his work, and his Gifts.  It allows him to see the world through another’s lens, and even though that lens might be the mind of a disgusting and rabid individual, it still remains that person’s perspective, and interesting to experience even if he has to utterly change it or erase it.  He tries to consider each perspective for a time, on its own merit, and gets a bit of a thrill on those rare occasion he finds something new.
  • 3 The Conclave; For Silvanus, the Conclave is Dena Nehele writ small.  It is not only the cradle of the Blood’s faith, and sure proof that Mother Night and the Abyss are more than simply concepts.  It is also the holder of ritual and tradition, combined with a unique understanding of local culture, folklore and superstition.  The Territory is a very spiritual place thanks to these folk tales, myths, and legends, and the faith is especially important to the Landen, who have no direct connection to the Abyss to feel Mother Night’s presence in their lives.  They rely on the temples and their Priestesses to not only tend to their spiritual needs, but also to their fears and superstitions.
Dislikes:
  • 1 Judgement; He is not a Priest or a Priestess, Mother Night gave to him with both hands, he doesn’t need a third.  Silvanus was educated by The Conclave, however, and understands that it is not their place to judge a person for their sins, if sins they committed.  The Courts do that, determining a Price.  As a result, he dislikes judgemental people, particularly those that only see the surface of things or people, without bothering to look deeper.
  • 2 Visions; Silvanus has had his share, and he would like them to stop now.  They tend not to be about sunshine and light.  Sunshine and light don’t throw rocks into the ocean of the Abyss, and they don’t make huge damned ripples in the world.  Almost every time Silvanus has looked through the Webs to gain foreknowledge, they have always been of dark and terrible deeds.  The worst being The Decimation.
  • 3 Monotony; Routine is not a thing Silvanus does.  Even in his role as Styx, he is not regularly available, he does not keep office hours.  Nor does he perform his contracted tasks at the whim of his contractees.  If that means some poor bastard is tied up in a room for a few days, then that is what it means.  Today he might be making drugs or draining his snake-tooth, tomorrow he might be assisting in a Temple, or taking Communion, a week from today he might be tripping his balls off in the back of the Belfry.
Fears:
  • 1 Another Decimation; Dena Nehele is now the resting home of two Black Jewels, both of them foreign, and neither of them too heavily invested in the future of Silvanus’ home.  He knows of them only through the Gifts of a Black Widow, and has not bothered to seek either of them out, lest his own attitude somehow cause the next disaster.  He would like them to both go elsewhere, please and thank you.
  • 2 “The” Secret; As Styx, Silvanus has seen many things, and knows many things that he will one day take to his grave.  He has placed a protective web on himself that will cause a number of memory crystals, as well as real memories in his own mind, to be destroyed should someone try to steal them.  Dena Nehele is full of secrets, and one day, Silvanus fears that he will learn one so terrible, so dark, so Territoriy-shattering that it will turn him from a traditional asset into a liability that must be permanently removed, whether there is an heir apparent or not.
  • 3 An Error; Being a Black Widow and a Prince, Silvanus is very sure of his work, but the truth is, just as in battle, there was always someone better.  He worries that someday one of the people whose minds he altered will either remember because the magic frayed or because a better Black Widow found evidence of his tampering.  More than that, he fears that these people, one or more, could remember him, and come back either looking for answers, or publicizing the very thing that had them brought to him in the first place.  Dena Nehele thrives on secrets, and even one could change lives for better or, usually, for much worse.

    Craft Strengths:
  • 1 Memory Removal/Alteration (Mind Healing); Silvanus is capable of helping to Heal the mind, but even he would say that it is not precisely his area of expertise.  What he is best at is finding, altering, and even removing specific memories.  He can also replace a memory that had been removed with a reconstruction that is as good as the original, even if it is designed whole cloth.  Silvanus is capable of great precision as he undertakes this Craft, however, it is not swift work and takes time to perform this art.
  • 2 Efficiency; Efficiency is not always about speed, it is also about eliminating waste, and knowing all the details.  Silvanus can look at a mind, a memory in need of replacement or reshaping, or any task and see the clearest path to completion.  From his perspective, this Gift was never about bureaucracy or processes, but about doing a thing properly from start to finish, without any wasted effort or energy, and with no detail left untouched or unexplored.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • 1 Exploit Weakness; Silvanus has never had time for this Craft.  He was always more concerned with the collection of data, and an efficient path to success or the completion of a task.  He never bothered to focus on say the weakness of a Court, or a bureaucracy, and certainly not an enemy combatant or army.  It is not that he cannot fight, it is more that he has ample tools with which to defend himself and others or complete his work, and this was never one of them.
  • 2 Tangled Webs (Visions); It is not that Silvanus is without the precognitive abilities of the Black Widow, it is that they are a burden, and he cannot seek clarity or answers in the Twisted Kingdom.  Every vision he has, every dream, every precognitive flash is of something terrible.  It could be happening to people he knows, people he doesn’t know.  It could be in the same city, the same district, or it could be happening a Territory away.  It could be as small as a personal atrocity, or as large as the Decimation.  He might even receive someone’s memories of the Purge.  Every time he closes his eyes is an opportunity for terror, and he does not willingly enter the Twisted Kingdom to look for answers.
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Dorothea Django; Priestess; Born 141 AP; Summer Sky to Green*
Father: Bertrand Renard; Prince (Chaillot) ; Born 140 AP; Purple Dusk to Sapphire; currently in Chaillot's Dark Haven
Siblings: n/a

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History:


The Styx, more of an office than a code name, has existed for time out of memory, or at least, that is what most people think.  It was not always held by a Django, but Silvanus is not the first member of his family to bear that title, not that he or his Mother realized that until The Styx selected Silvanus as his apprentice.  Dorothea Django was a Priestess of Dena Nehele, and was devoted to her work, and to serving the spiritual needs of both the Blood and the Landen.  She had an encyclopedic knowledge of local folklore, and worked within the framework of those stories to grant petitioners to her Temple a measure of spiritual peace and connection.  She was especially attentive to the needs of the Landen, and quite popular because of that.  Dorothea’s appreciation and respect for the superstitions of Dena Nehele at large, made her an interesting resource for the Conclave and the temple that she tended.

It was her reputation that brought Bertrand Renard to her door, a Blood chronicler from Chaillot, that wished to record the local traditions of Dena Nehele.  Dorothea and Renard hit it off famously, but when Dorothea read her lover’s notes, and understood the tone of his Dena Nehele chapter, he was summarily ejected from her temple, and told never to return to her door again.  Dorothea was proud of her home, and did not wish to see her people and their beliefs publicly dissected by a foreign academic.  It made them seem uncultured, superstitious, and ignorant, especially when contrasted with Chaillot or the other Territories, which was not the case.  Dena Nehele was just Dena Nehele, and perhaps it took a native to appreciate that.  No place was perfect, but this was the Priestess’ home.

A child was the end result of their passionate union, and while Dorothea lamented the absence of her boy child’s Father, she was more than happy to bear a son.  Renard, already returned to Chaillot, would not be given paternity.  The Priestess raised the child, naming him Silvanus, after some distant ancestor, and saw the boy through his Birthright.  Most of his early education happened in and around the temple and the Conclave.  As a Prince, he was an excellent student, and picked up things very quickly, showing an extraordinary memory for facts and figures, and a particular interest in his Mother’s folktales.  Silvanus was raised with a very firm grasp of Protocol, and the reasons that it exists, as well as Blood Law, as interpreted and supported by the Conclave.  Mother Night was not a mystery, but a fact of his life, and he experienced Communion more often than other boys his age.

After he received his Birthright, it seemed that Silvanus’ mind began to expand rapidly.  Dorothea decided that he needed additional tutoring, if only to challenge his growing mind and his improved perspective thanks to the empowering of his Craft and his nature.  He did learn at a rapid pace, but he also became increasingly impatient, and could go from being eager and happy to meet a tutor in the morning, and by that afternoon, he would be calling them idiots, and demanding that his Mother dismiss them.  Challenges, physical or educational, were met head on, either with enthusiasm to solve a problem or overcome a challenge, or with annoyance that something so simple as an arithmetic problem or a bully from town might try to get in his way.  Dorothea was puzzled by Silvanus’ changing moods, until a sister Priestess, while tutoring the young man, realized the problem.

Silvanus was also a Black Widow, and it was beginning to show in his scent.

It was around that time that the nightmares began.  Silvanus was plagued by them, and to Dorothea, they seemed to be baseless.  He was not reading anything terrible, and had not seen anything terrible.  She was advised by the Hourglass Coven, that Silvanus was not simply having nightmares, more than likely they were terrible visions.  They offered to take Silvanus and train him, as which point Dorothea firmly refused, and retreated with her child even further into the Conclave, leaving her simple temple in the countryside, to one closer to Bidea, and thereby, closer to the heart of The Conclave.  It was the High Priestess at the time that recommended Dorothea to The Styx who was in service.  There had always been a Styx, or so those that hold the office will tell you, the holder of secrets, the thief of memory.  What he was, in truth, was an aging Black Widow Prince in need of an apprentice.

It was The Styx that took Silvanus under his shadow, and began to teach him about his rising Black Widow nature.  Between the Styx and the Conclave, Silvanus’ education continued without interruption, and his Mother, along with the other Priestesses (and the rare Priest) learned to navigate his changing moods.  The mood swings did not wane, but Silvanus became more adept at recognizing them, and occasionally controlling them, though he was surrounded by such understanding people that he never felt strange because of them.  There were times when he lashed out at his Mother, or his Mentor, and he would feel bad afterwards, once his mood had shifted again, or if his rudeness were immediately made clear.  His Mentor was a hands on teacher, and had no problem decking the upstart apprentice if he felt he had it coming.

Neither Dorothea nor The Styx were afraid of punishment; spare the rod, spoil the child.

Silvanus took to the mix of Prince and Black Widow Craft very naturally, and showed a real Gift for the manipulation of the mind and memories very early on.  Very interested in knowing himself, and hopefully taking control of his dreams and his nature, Silvanus was a good, if often moody, pupil.  He was prepared for his Offering by his Mother, but she was not the person that performed it.  Mercury Florius was a fixture in Silvanus’ life from the first day they moved out his home in the country.  To his eye, she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  She was married, but that did not keep him from flirting shamelessly.  Even as the day of his Offering arrived, he was still flirting with her.  He completed his Offering, and told Mercury that if she ever needed anything, he would be there.  Silvanus’ training continued, but with the arrival of his Offering, his nightmares became worse.

He began to seek refuge in excess, usually fueled by something that either kept him awake for longer periods or by potions and intoxicants that dulled the sharp edges of his nightmares.  Silvanus continued to study to replace his Mentor, Styx.  The Styx was positioned under the umbrella of the Conclave, not only to support Priestesses and petitioners, which he did do, but also to maintain an air of neutrality that he might not otherwise possess.  He might serve the Guilds, but he did so on a contract by contract basis, helping to maintain all of Dena Nehele’s various secrets.  The need to remove or alter a memory was not something unique to Guildsmen, a Queen, an aristo, anyone could make use of this service if they were in the know enough to request it.  For some, similar to the Myos, The Styx was a part of local folklore, for others, he was a necessary sin.

As time progressed, the work of The Styx was handed more and more often to Silvanus, until the time came for the final transition.  There was no ceremony, nothing to make the change.  Silvanus began to be the face those that needed The Styx saw, and in time, he was who they dealt with from end to end, and then the old Styx simply stepped out of the picture.  Then Silvanus was The Styx.  His mentor retired, a man who claimed his name was simply Folsom, and made clear that he was leaving Dena Nehele, possibly for someplace relaxing, like Dhemlan.  Silvanus never saw Folsom again after the old man departed, full of secrets and lies.  Now, Silvanus serves as The Styx, a known office to certain members of the Guilds, and a known service to certain members of society.  He is a fact of Dena Nehele, folklore and truth, hiding and changing many of the secrets and many of the lies.

The Decimation filled his head with nightmares, or rather he had terrible nightmares right up to the day, and drowned them out with liquor and drugs.  He went to one of the few people he absolutely trusted, his Mother, and was in her company passed out and insensate when the wave of destruction finally came.  When he woke with a pounding headache, he found that everything was very quiet, and that his Mother was slumped across him, both of her Jewels broken.  She had shielded him, needlessly, out of sheer panic and worry for her only son, and despite her training, broke herself on the power of a Black Jewel.


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Silvanus lay on his back on his desk, with knitting needles in hand.  Focusing on the knitting pattern helped clear his mind from time to time, and the scarf he was working on had reached an absurd length.  It stretched from where he was, across the room, and across the top of one of his bookshelves, down the side of that, and into a wicker basket where the rest of it was pooled.  Silvanus muttered to himself as he worked, ”Knit one, Purl...something..”  He continued to work in the silence of his office, the only sound the click of his needles.  His expression was impassive, but it soon turned to mild annoyance, as he turned from his knitting to the door that he was waiting to see open.

A moment later, it did, and an aristo gentleman in a mundane, if expensive, masquerade mask walked in.  ”I believe we had an appointment for three o’clock?”

”Oh, I’m sure we did.”  Silvanus continued to knit after a moment.

”Are--are you The Styx?”

”Yes.  Yes, I am.”  He continued to knit.

The man was silent for a few minutes, to his credit, before he cleared his throat.  ”It--it is a matter of some urgency.”

Silvanus sighed, sat up, and hopped off of the desk, putting his knitting in a cigar box that was flipped open on one corner of his desk.  ”It always is.  What do you have for me? Try not to be boring.”

The man took a breath, ”My inheritance is at risk.  I have made an error, and my mistress is threatening to take my, umm, pillow talk, shall we say, to my wife who holds my purse strings.  I cannot allow this to happen.”

The Black Widow Prince laughed, ”Tale as old as time, boy meets girl, boy fucks girl, boy marries girl, boy meets another girl, fucks over first girl, and still wants first girl’s cash.”  He sighed and batted his eyelashes, ”So romantic.”  Then he grunted and scowled, ”If I had a gold watch for every time I heard--wait a moment--if Wifey holds the purse strings, how do you intend to pay me?”

Petitions (if any):

Caste Requesting: Black Widow Prince
Plot point(s) requiring this caste:

Silvanus fits a niche needed in Dena Nehele.  Any conspiracy is only a secret for so long, bearing in mind the old saying, “Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.”  The Guilds have existed publicly and secretly for many, many years.  The Jacks operate openly, and hide their secrets in plain sight, hoping most people won’t look too closely.  The Shaos are everywhere, the stuff of folk tales and rumors in their own right, and the Myos are the bogeymen of the Territory.  Many wonder if the Myos are even real, and while there is assassination in Dena Nehele, that does not necessarily mean there is a faction of masked legends quietly offing people so invisible their own existence is in doubt.  There is a reason for this success, and that reason is someone like Silvanus.  Some would call him a fixer, while others, even Guildsmen, might doubt such a person even exists.

Not only do they exist, one had to exist for years, known as The Styx,  Operating in the shadows, working quietly in the darkest temples and wings of the Conclave, serving the Territory and the Guilds.  Dena Nehele is built on secrets, and sometimes those secrets have to be erased, hidden, or changed.  Not everyone that sees what they should not, or discovers what they should not, can be easily eliminated.  The Myos do not kill without contract, though they can and will kill to preserve their identities, but sometimes that is not an option.  The Shaos must remain hidden, or all the information they learn will fall away, and not every Jack is engaged in something above board.  Death can be bad for business, and when it is, that is where Silvanus steps in.  Just like his predecessor, Silvanus can remove a memory, or alter it, and by doing so preserve the secrets of the Guilds, and indeed, the Territory at large.

Without his Black Widow Caste, Silvanus could not tamper or steal a subject’s memories and replace them so seamlessly, which is a very necessary part of his function.  Not only must he do so precisely, without this Caste, it would not be a permanent piece of work.  His attachment to the Conclave helps to further the reputation of his role as neutral, neither a part of the Guilds nor any Court, but in service to the Territory at large, and all of its darkness and secrets.  Further, without the Illusory abilities of the Black Widow Caste, he would not be able to make the masks that are part of the Myos legend, or the masks that certain Shaos or Jacks, sometimes make use of.

A Black Widow alone would not be as sure as a Black Widow Prince can be.  The natural inclination for detail and efficiency, combined with the skills of the Black Widow, are what allow Silvanus to take a memory and reshape it, or to steal it away and fill the gap with a new memory, so carefully and seamlessly that the subject would not even be aware that their minds had been tampered with.  Without this combination of Castes, a Black Widow alone would struggle with perfectly repairing a created gap, or the proper alteration of the small details of a memory that can only be kept with editing.


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Re: Silvanus Django
« Reply #1 on: Oct 30, 19, 02:26:16 PM »
Only Descent Ranks for now, please.  I have decisions to make, but that will help.




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Re: Silvanus Django
« Reply #2 on: Oct 30, 19, 02:30:57 PM »
Silvanus will descend three ranks.
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Re: Silvanus Django
« Reply #3 on: Oct 30, 19, 03:14:35 PM »
Please apply a Dark Descent Roll purchased here, pending approval.

plus 5 Family Rolls.




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Re: Silvanus Django
« Reply #4 on: Oct 31, 19, 08:18:19 AM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Blood Opal Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Red Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Silvanus Django
« Reply #5 on: Oct 31, 19, 10:17:01 AM »
Pending Plot Lead review for DN




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« Reply #7 on: Nov 10, 19, 09:17:51 PM »
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Re: Silvanus Django
« Reply #8 on: Nov 10, 19, 09:19:05 PM »
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Re: Silvanus Django
« Reply #9 on: Nov 13, 19, 02:13:41 PM »
adding to the queue
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