---Player Information

Name/Alias: Min/Sayuri/Lily
Gender: Female
Where You Found this Board: On other.
Prior Roleplay Experience: On other.

---Character Information

Name: Silas of Heathercove
Age: 10, 11 on January 21
Birthplace: Up in Maren when his mother was on Vacation. Lucky her. But he's still a Tortallian.
Position: Newer Noble lineage - First year page

History:

Silas of Heathercove, to begin with, is not of pure noble blood, being that his grandparents on his mother's side, Mylan and Heather, marenites, are the original creators of fief Heathercove. They were simple merchants, the young couple trying business in southern Tortall. They became quite renowned in that are for their blankets and pillows. Soon, they aquired enough money to buy an old fief and its surrounding area. Renaming the place Heathercove, for romantic reasons, they renovated the place. At end, they had their first and only child, Evette, Silas' mother. Through out the years, when they travelled, they would stop at a slave markets, rescuing a few who looked horrible, bringing them back to the fief and helping them earn money, before setting them free.

Sil's grandparents on his fathers side are rather boring and uneventful, due to their occupation being that of a shell seller. Yet, that doesn't make them unknown. They had six kids, two girls and four boys. Sil's aunts, named: Robyn, a florist and Willow, a Ranger of the surrounding woods. His uncles named: Irving, a bartender, Ryker, a tanner, and Garth, a farmer. His father, Flint, the oldest of the brothers, was at first, a fisherman.

Flint and Evette, had met at his sisters flower shop when the fief was about of decade and eight years old. It took awhile, but the two gradually fell in love. Married at the age of twenty, Mylan and Heather left the fief in control of the two, traveling through out Tortall, Maren, Galla, and anywhere they wish to be. This marriage, however began to slowly change Flint. He bacame more controlling, so to speak, being that he was once a fisherman, and now the head of a fief. He had his own beliefs of how it should be done, and realized he had the power to do so. This attitude still inclines, slowly, but still there.

About a year into being married, Evette was brought on with a miscarriage, which brought on a few months depression. During that time, Mylan and Heather returned hastily from Carthage to comfort their daughter, bringing with them a 18 year old, raka girl named Asis.

Evette's any chance at giving birth to a heir became seeming slim. Instead, she treated Asis with utmost kindness. It wasn't along until a suprising event occured. Asis was pregnant with a child. Flint's child. This, of course, is unknown to Evette still, yet aware to Silas. The servant girl had given birth to a young girl, who became named Kea.

Seven years after Kea's birth, Evette had been praying to the Mother Goddess for a child. At last, she finally concieved, and gave birth to Silas, while in Maren, visiting her parents' old village. Premature, but healthy. The birth, was quite a joyous occasion, even for Flint, who had almost lost love for Evette. However, Flint began to think the child was not his, for instead of a blonde or brown color hair, it was the dark red. His eyes too, made Flint suspicous, as they were that gray teal, instead of his mothers blue of fathers brown. Flint had regarded the child as unimportant for a majority of Sil's childhood.

His childhood was filled with his mother's love, and suprisingly, Asis' too. Although Flint is the father of her child, it was against her will. Kea, turning eight, would help Evette with as much as she could too, with Sil, which included playing, even though most servant childern didn't play with noble childern.

Perhaps this is the cause of his oddity. Maybe it was when Flint accidently dropped him when he was two, or when he fell off the pony on his sixth birthday. At one point, he was thought to have no voice or be a mute, as he barely made any noise when younger.

Silas was informed from Kea, one day, his 10th birthday to be exact, of their relativity. Kea was informed of this from Asis, who had been bugging her mother about their resemblence structurely. Such as the face, stature, curly hair, and other small things that were inherited to Flint.

So now, he is the first to try for a sheild under the title Heathercove. And now, the real history begins.

Personality:

Generally, if you want to get him to hang out in a large group, you'll have to catch him first. He tends to avoid big crowds, suffering from a bit of claustrophobia. Another part of his shyness is probably the confusion of new noble blood versus the old noble blood.

Despite the claustrophobia, and noble blood confusion, he is rather talkitive, but will only speak when being listened. Sil is the type of guy to go with the flow. If he feels he is being ignored, he'll walk away. If asked why, he'll just shrug and say he got distracted, and was afraid to interupt.

His intellect can almost match a erudite's, but the random facts are endless. He's a complete book worm for the odd stories, or side quests done. His scholar-ness has even given him the ability to produce stories on the spot, but making it quite obvious as some of events are quite far-fetched.

When talking, he's rather amusing and not always emotionally there. At times he'll say the funniest things, that are completely off topic, and maybe even a bit dirty, and nebulous. This might not look a like a good habit for fighting, or being on sentry duty, yet suprisingly, he can more focused doing that than standing around in a conversation.

He's a kind of a slow kid to become friends with, due to quiet nature, but one that will be a lasting friend. Loyal and truthfull. Instead of listening to problems, and play psychiatrist, he'd prefer to see a smile and hear a good laugh.

For ten years old, he's maturing faster than some others.

Physical Appearance:

Inherited from previous peasantry, would be his rather short stature and scrawny appearence. Silas' complexion is a soft creamy tan in hue, light freckles scattered here and there. Dark red tendrils are kept short around the earlobe, dangling in strands before gray teal eyes. Dreams of it being long never passed confirmation from his mother. Propped on a delicate nose, are small, oval shapped, gold rimmed glasses.

Never liking the tightness and formality of noble clothes, he seems quite happy with the page uniform of breeches, tunic, and boots. All of which can be found muddy, as if he had been rolling around in the mudd. So obviously, he has quite the amount of laundry work to be doing.

The one noble-like outfit he does have, he will only will wear when commanded to. It consists of a black shirt, and hosery. His tunic, is navy in color, the emboirdery done with golden thread. Shoes of leather are also a dark sable, them being the shoes he never wears with out this outfit.

Sample Post:

Quickly, Sil continued to pull on his boots. His time was running short before the dinner bell rang. Nearly tripping as he stood up again, his nanny, Kea, a young raka woman, yelled from the other room.

"You all right in there?"

"Fine! See you later!" With that response from Silas, he himself lunged his body to the door, Kea returned to what he was doing, as Sil ran as fast as his short legs could take him. Past halfway there, the bell begin to chime. Stretchy his legs as far as he could go he rounded the last corner, and fell into the mess hall at the last chime.

Glancing at his fellow pages, he gulped, trying to hide any sides of panting. With a hastey spead walk, he sat himself down at the nearest open spot. Fixing his glasses, eyesight trailed to the training master. Looking down quickly, hands folded between his legs, he waited for the call for food.