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Silas Edel

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Mar 2 2018, 03:28 PM
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<h1>Sylvan Kasmer</h1>

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<h3>Silas Edel.</h3>
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<h2>Cursed Personality:</h2>
Sylvan is a sly calculating fellow with a cold demeanor. Very oriented on materialistic gain and business. To say the least, he’s very greedy. While there's very few endearing qualities about him, he’s usually very calm, even when he’s ready to last out. He’s only ever peaceful when he’s alone.
<h2>Cursed Life:</h2>
He's been the CEO of his own flourishing lumbering business as long as he can remember, the upsurge in environmentalism has caused Sylvan’s business to hit a rough patch. Supported by his wealth, Sylvan has noticed his health has been somewhat sketchy. Something similar to narcolepsy plagues him with fits of tiredness.
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Oct 12 2017, 10:30 AM
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[/dohtml]The day had started with weary clouds. As the clouds hung in the sky with the promise of rain, Silas had become at ease with peace and quiet the rain promised among the woods. There would be no one to avoid, or track, no lost wanderers. This would be the kind of day, in which Silas would do something rather out of character. He would relax. He spent most of the day, beneath a tree with little to do but think. For once, he let his mind wander from his duties, from his lantern, any stress that had tugged at his sleeve since his arrival. He simply let it wash away.

When the rain began to fall, it brought with it the sweet smell Silas was so fond of. The damp decomposition of the leaves, to mend themselves into the ground. It was a more peaceful cycle of nature, one that Silas was always happy to witness. Rain brought with it the decay of the old and the fuel for the new. Beneath the tree, he was unsure which applied to him. Was he simply waiting for rot, his lantern to go out at any time, or regathering himself to spread new roots?

He didn't have an answer for himself.

And seeing as how at peace he was, Silas did not worry too much about the question. Instead, he let his eyes drift in and out of a tiresome state. Sleep was all too new for him, and he hadn't yet learned to keep to a schedule. More often than not, sleep came for him in moments like this. The rest of his time was spent fighting consciousness until he could no longer. Reluctantly he let his head lean back again the tree and drifted off into a peaceful daze.

Quiet at last.

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Oct 9 2017, 02:35 PM
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[/dohtml]Something had changed in 'his' woods and he'd only been here for a short while. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to set up his immediate residence in the woods, but the idea of Storybrooke was not ideal for him in the slightest. The Beast was drawn to change, things that seemed off kilter to the settings he established himself in. The presence of Gregory and Wirt had once set off his alarm, and now it seemed the appearance of this castle had drawn him towards the change. It intrigued him, to say the least. It was new, and perhaps his lantern was associated with it, in some way, shape or form. Down to his core, he did possess human traits, curiosity was not an exception.

Weary investigation had always been a skill set of his. He was never one to charge into a situation. He was armed with his wit, which had kept him alive thus far. Sticking to the shadows, striking vague deals with little interaction were all his fortes. It was only on occasion that his words stumbled, and his logic fell short. Yet today, he worried not for his safety. This sort of situation, a change amongst his usual (however temporary) home, no matter how dangerous had always been a task. Only once in his long life had there ever been a hiccup in handling situations like these.

Perhaps this castle offered the opportunity to begin Storybrooke's Edelwood population.

Out of habit, the beast took to song. A soft hum, at first before song spread through his lips to carry into the woods.He cared not what or - who it attracted. He was in his element once more and there was a certain joy to it. The possibility of continuing his job was a joyous one, and for now, the investigation continued. It was upon the presence of something be it human, not human, or something in between caused his song to dissipate back to silence. For a moment a grin spread across his face, eye reflecting light amongst the dappled shadows of the trees, "Now who, exactly is wandering among the woods?" He beast cooed, eyes darting in every direction.

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Oct 5 2017, 04:17 PM
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[/dohtml]For the last couple of days Silas had been walking a fine line. He hardly ever left the woods, it was safer for him there and there were no social complexities to encounter. The woods he considered his own, after all, he needed a place to grow the Edelwood. However, there was one major problem that had plagued Silas upon arrival. The location of his lantern. There was no point in doing much of anything if his lantern was to only burn out somewhere in Storybrooke. He needed the lantern to stay alive, which made his visit to Mr. Gold's a unique occasion.

It was the first time he'd stepped foot in the town in fact. There were no lack of people on the streets and in shops and Silas couldn't help but find it odd. Back home, Pottsfield was the only real town, and it was only during the fall that its members stretched their legs for their harvest festival. It was odd, and Silas so far was not a fan.

His pace quickened every so slightly at the appearance of Mr. Gold's shop. The less time he could spend in town, the better. He was here strictly on business. If Mr. Gold had the lantern great, if there was one thing Silas was good with it was making deals. He was aware of the concept of currency but found such a thing to be too primitive. If they couldn't work out a deal he had no qualms about just taking it and marching right on back to the forest until he'd return home.

Surely it was only a matter of time before he was back in his woods?

The bell rang as he opened the door, and for a moment the beast stopped to look around at the clutter packed into the room. His eyes consumed the room as he looked for any flicker of light, anything to indicate his precious lantern. He took a step in, allowing the door to close behind him and he opened his mouth, "Hello?" He crooned as he began to walk around the store, searching a bit too eagerly.

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Oct 3 2017, 12:02 PM
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[/dohtml]He hated to admit it but Silas was rather disoriented when he first landed himself in Storybrooke. Luckily, he had landed in Storybrooke's forests. While the lack of Edelwood was disheartening, it gave Silas more comfort than the town he had spotted during his strolls. Silas was a creature of isolation, even in the Unknown he had left the civilizations alone. Mortals he had figured out, where not fond of him in the slightest. So the beast was content with his woods like he always had been. It had dawned upon him that his lantern might have ended up somewhere in town. It had also occurred to him that the lantern might not have come at all. After all his job had been to claim the lost, and shepherd them to their next stages in life.

In the middle of the cool night, Silas' new blue eyes were traded for a glowing milky white in the cover of the night. The beast rolled his neck, a new tick he'd welcomed to cope with the uncertainty. At any moment his flame could blow out, at any moment Silas could actually cease to exist. The only thing that gave him comfort was the fact he had survived in the first place. Some sort of smoldering ash had carried on his fire, and the beast, although not superstitious considered himself very lucky to even be in Storybrooke at all.

<p>But alas, the woods were not up to par. Some of the trees along with not being his preferred variety had begun to die and shed their bark. He knew very well his lantern required a fuel source, and Silas in the meantime intended to care for the woods that hid him from the outreaching town. As long as he could avoid the others, he would. Part of him knew however, no such thing would work out that simply. He had always been forced to fight for what he required.

Now that he was human, he had found things to be more difficult. His stomach would pang in hunger often, and for the first time in his existence, he sometimes found his throat and mouth to be too dry to speak. He was alarmed to say the least, that he needed to provide himself with such basic and primitive needs. So far, he'd been able to ignore hunger, but he often found himself by the pond, which was fairly ironic to him

His time spent in the woods was spent wandering, patrolling even. He rarely set down, put the mortal legs he now stumbled upon would often tire. Upon one such instance, he found himself perched on a tree with a frustrated sigh.

This whole mortal thing was overrated.


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