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PCs NPCs Maps Calendar Post Archive Old PBeMs: The Darkening The Game	Something Stinks! I think It's Kale. The Player Characters Silver Appearance: Silver has a slim, muscular build. He keeps his hair and mustache perfectly trimmed and groomed. He knows that half of his appeal as a performer is his appearance and constantly keeps his weapons, hair, and even his teeth gleaming and polished. He wears a suit of black, leather studded with polished silver pieces. Over this he wears a loose-fitting, black tunic and trousers, topped with a traveling cape. A pair of soft, high boots each hide a throwing knife, while two others lay hidden within his tunic. They seem to appear from nowhere during his performances. Personality: Silver comes across as a carefree, foppish, funloving scoundrel with an endearing wit. He has a quick, infectious grin and is most comfortable around people. However, this side of Silver hides a deeply insecure and guilt-ridden conscience. An emotionally, mentally, and physically abused childhood at the hands of his violent father, along with the disappearance of his mother have left their mark. Silver is given to bouts of depression, but these he keeps hidden well behind a screen of humor and devilish flair. His favorite tactic is to taunt opponents with limericks and verses during battle. Silver clings to people. He has spent the majority of his years in cities, traveling with caravans, or hooking up with an adventuring party on some exciting quest. Silver thrives on attention and will quickly depart if he feels he is not well received. His insecurities cause him to seek approval whenever he can. At times, he can be overzealous if he feels he is not being accepted by a group, in the hopes of winning their confidence. He takes criticism very personally and does all he can to endear himself to those he travels with. Silver has made a promise to himself that he will never be like his father - a blood-thirsty thug. Silver kills only when he is left no other option. He loathes the sight of humanoid blood on his blades. He would much rather intimidate a foe into fleeing, or charm his way out of a fight. Usually, his skill and wit are enough to accomplish either A pleasant exterior hides Silver's underlying fear and guilt. He lives with the constant anxiety of running into the assassins he escaped so many years ago. And often he spends moments alone where he thinks of his mother and how he should have been there to protect her. Most do not see this pain, but it is real. Brief Background: Silver's father had his sons' futures all laid out. They would be soldiers; the best and deadliest soldiers in the land. From the time Silver could lift a blade, his father ran him and his older brothers through drill after drill, exercise after exercise, teaching them the ways of the blade. As a youngster, Silver relished these times and quickly displayed his natural aptitude. But, it soon became apparent that he did not share his father's philosophy. "A man with your sword in his chest can't give you trouble!" That was Silver's father, and he expected his sons to be the same. His two older brothers embraced their father's teachings, but not Silver. His father scared him. The look in his eyes betrayed his bloodthirsty nature, and he began to see that look creep into the eyes of his brothers. As Silver got older, it was harder to hide this from his father. Years of abuse followed and it was only Silver's unmatched control of his weapons that protected him from serious injury at the hands of his father and siblings. The day finally came when it all ended. Silver's mother had long watched her youngest son endure the psychotic teachings of her husband. When Silver was 11, she spirited them away in the night, never to return to a home that had become a school of violence and hate. Hard years followed. The two moved from town to town, finding work where they could, but it barely kept them fed and sheltered. It did not take long for Silver to realize, however, that his prowess with blades could prove profitable. He began to perform. At first it was simply busking on street corners, but soon word spread about the boy-wonder. The money was steady, but certainly not riches beyond their dreams. And Silver's mother's health had been failing of late. A year or two later, Silver had an opportunity to make some real money. A man had approached him after one of his shows and asked him if he would entertain a wealthy merchant. The man claimed to be a businessman wanting the merchant as a client. He thought the youngster's talents would win the merchant over. He promised Silver a fine reward. Silver agreed. In actuality, the man was part of a group of assassins hired to kill the merchant. These killers wanted to use Silver as a distraction for the guards at the merchant's camp. In the middle of his performance for the fat merchant, the assassins struck. While they killed everyone in the camp, Silver hid. They discovered him, but Silver managed to escape them and their arrows, injuring two assassins in the process. The terrified 13 year old fled into the darkness, losing his way and remaining lost for nearly two days. When Silver finally found his way home, his mother had disappeared... vanished. From that day, Silver has wandered from town to town, always looking over his shoulder for the black-clad assassins he escaped; the ones he is convinced took his mother. He has been on many adventures and has entertained people from all walks of life. His travels have taken him to many mysterious lands...there's no telling where he might turn up next...