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Silas Whitmore

More knowledgeable on cryptid history than most cryptids. And also he has lizards.

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a character in “SCION”, as played by scoundrelboots



Full Name: Silas Clarence Whitmore


Age: 33

Gender: Male

Species: Human (Cursed)

Post/Rank: Lore expert

Description: A tall, lanky man with bifocals figuratively thicker than his biceps. He's got a mop of disheveled brown hair and quick blue eyes which are magnified by his glasses to nearly owl-like proportions. His skin is pale from lack of sun exposure. Silas has gangly arms and a tendency to swing them about when he speaks. He tends to dress in button up shirts and khaki pants, and has a generally unassuming posture.

Personality: Silas is a proponent of the "knowledge is power" philosophy, and embodies this ideal with his actions: He is quick and exuberant, with an insatiable thirst for information. He enjoys the company of others, but tends to trail off on tangents mid-conversation. His curiosity is excitable at best and uncontrollable at worst, as he is prone to sudden ideas and will often lock himself in the study for hours on end when he is confronted by a question he doesn't have an answer for.

Silas is empathetic, despite being fairly socially inept, and is always willing to lend a listening ear. He is slow to hold a grudge, but strong in his convictions.

Skills: Photographic memory, MENSA genius, and esteemed supernatural lore expert, with multiple degrees (Bachelors in History with a focus on European tribes and a minor in mythology, Masters in archaeology, Masters in ancient history, Masters in linguistics with a speciality in dead languages, Doctorate in linguistics, Doctorate in in ancient history with a focus in mythology and ancient lore).

Also capable of understanding a large number of reptilian tongues, and gets along quite well with most scaly critters.

Weaknesses: Silas is poor in combat, not to mention a mortal human. He's also curious to a fault, and is easily coerced into doing otherwise foolish things in the hunt for new information.

Brief History: Since a young age, Silas was always a bit "different:" He preferred books over video games and documentaries over action films. Though he didn't fit in well with his peers, he excelled in school so exceptionally that he skipped out of several grades, and began taking accelerated classes at an extremely young age. He started college at age 15, and had completed his first Bachelors degree by 18. He went on to study with several universities and acquired three Masters and two Doctoral degrees by the tender age of 26, and quickly rose through the academic ranks in the history field.

Silas published multiple papers, but was best known for his work in ancient history and the mythologies of ancient peoples. At 27, he was invited to join an archaeological expedition in India to investigate a recently discovered temple to a previously undocumented snake deity. While inside, Silas happened upon a patch of unstable ground, lost his footing, and tumbled into a subterranean tunnel below the temple's main floor.

He toppled into a secret chamber and broke his leg, and more importantly, unleashed a curse upon himself in the chamber.

The spirit of the temple deity partially manifested in the young Doctor Whitmore, cursing him to be forever surrounded by, and able to understand the whispering of, reptiles.

Which, as far as curses went, didn't seem the worst possibility.

Silas was rescued by an excavation team within two days of his incident, being pulled from the tomb hungry, dehydrated, and with several geckos in his pockets, but otherwise none the worse for the wear.

The curse, however, had shaken him to the core and served to confirm a suspicion he had held for many years: The subjects and myths of his research were more than fairy stories. He threw himself into reevaluating his old work after the India incident, and received a call from a mysterious patron interested in his work.

Silas was then introduced to SCION, and adequately geeked out at the actual existence of cryptids. He was offered a position as the chief historical and lore expert, and has been cheerfully researching away in the archives ever since.

Silas is often accompanied by no fewer than five reptiles at any given time, and has turned both the SCION archival library and his apartment into respectable cage-free herpitariums. He was never very fond of snakes, but they are terribly fond of him and he isn't one to turn down good company.

So begins...

Silas Whitmore's Story

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Cults, sacrifices, transformations, resurrections...Madison had to take a moment to ponder whether or not he had fallen into some kind of old-fashioned horror movie, before shrugging it off for a more serious train of thought. After all, what with the implications that were being set out before them, things weren’t exactly looking their most brightest.

Was once a human.

Not anymore.

Apparently disposed of, only to come back as a confused young woman walking the fine line between death and life. And even then, in spite of her state, completely rejected by their local Fallen. “Let it die.” Of course, while Madison was not the type to leap into assumptions (“assume” makes an ass out of you and me, dear Maddie), and planned to speak with both Cryptid, Fel, and the enigmatic miss Lulu alike, there was still the lingering sense that they had stumbled upon something...a bit bigger than they expected.

Nevertheless, Madison was growing tired of feeling his clothes cling to him with rapidly cooling moisture, so, seeing that his assistance was no longer necessary at the moment, he decided to go change before pursuing any further action. His old outfit- completely ruined at this point- went neatly into a biohazard bin, and he himself went into a hot shower to wash off the remaining blood. After all, while he had experienced no real negative effects in spite of being contact with the stuff, it was rather unpleasant to have against his skin.

Once he was fully dried and dressed, the vampire stepped from the bathroom, enjoying the lingering steam for a few moments before making his way to his claimed room. Upon getting there, Madison retrieved his purse from the end table, and, sitting himself on the bed, freed his work phone from beneath the piles of trinkets and pulled up the contacts list.

While he had been called in to help with properly identifying their cryptid, it never hurt to have another opinion in the matter.

With that in mind, Madison pressed his thumb gently upon the enter button, and, after waiting for the incessant “brrring”ing to end, brought the receiver up to his ear.

“Hello?” He began, unconsciously crossing his ankles. “This is Madison speaking. Sorry for calling up so suddenly; I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

With any luck, Silas wouldn’t have too much on his plate today.

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There were snakes in SCION library’s historical section— Green mambas and tree boas wrapped themselves about the antique chandeliers and corn snakes nestled up in the shelves. There was even a fully-grown reticulated python who had taken a liking to the warm patch above the heating vents by the “Nordic Gods” shelf.

All beasts considered, the young scholar hunched over his notes in the back corner should have been far more alarmed.

But Silas Whitmore was not phased by the snakes—

Or, rather, not anymore phased than he was by the gecko clinging to the frame of his glasses, the lizard burrowed into his mop of brown hair, or the tortoise chewing on the lace of his shoe.

After six years of living with his “curse,” he had grown accustomed to the resident reptiles.

Besides, good, quiet company was hard to refuse.

The man poured over his work (Jotting notes from an old parchment of runes and images) with sharp blue eyes, which were magnified by his reading glasses to cartoonish proportions. The cuffs of his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the backside of his left hand was smeared silver with graphite from his own writing.

Silas was the epitome of focus: The kind of perfectly poised scholar who appeared on promotional ads for brain-boost vitamins.

That is, until the desk phone rang. 

The resounding prrrng! made him leap up from his rolling chair, starling the snake around his neck into tightening its hold and sending the lizard on his head running down toward his pocket for cover. He knocked two books and one plastic globe onto the floor as he lurched forward to grab the phone, and even then tangled himself in the spiral wire as he moved it toward his ear. 

The graphite on his hand smudged across his cheek like soot on a chimney sweep.

“History and Archaeology Department, Silas Whitmore speaking,” he said brightly. 

Then, realizing it was upside down, flipped it around and repeated, “Uh, pardon, this is— Oh, hello Madison—" And then, "Please, Richard, I can’t breath—”

There were several rustling noises as Silas coaxed the small ball python loose from his throat and let it curl around his free hand, “You’re not interrupting, anything, Maddie. Just pulled a few more resources out of the archive on our late green-blooded friend, and some possible matches on the species. Nothing conclusive, but— Ack, Shirley!”

He paused to pluck the glasses-gecko away from the lens she had wandered onto and replaced her on the frame, “Anyways, um… What can I do for you, Madison?”

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Throughout the commotion that followed the phone being picked up, Madison waited patiently, moving his foot in slow, lazy circles as Silas dealt with his scaled companions. It was commonplace an occurrence enough that the vampire wasn’t particularly startled, and it was with his usual chipperness that he spoke once again.

“Well, first of all, hello Silas," he greeted. "I'm glad that I didn't catch you at a bad time, because, well, it turns our cryptid isn’t that...late after all. She apparently just hopped right back to life while Oren was trying to identify her. Caused quite the scene, from what I heard.” A laugh, as if the event was something just as normal as a drunken fight between two of their fighters.

“There’s been a few other...things that have happened, as well. Namely, Fel refusing to heal her in spite of her injuries. She acted completely out of character- just turned around and left her to die. Fel, of all people!” Madison paused, letting his words sink in, before continuing.

“And then Oren was mentioning how it seemed like she- the cryptid- had been turned. It’s just been quite the day, really. Our cryptid’s doing fine and all, but it’ll be some time before I get the chance to actually talk to her, and since you’re at base, I thought you might be able to look through the database and help us identify her species with what we found. You wouldn’t mind, right?”

While Madison doubted there would be much opposition to the idea- given that Silas had apparently been looking into potential identifications when he picked up- it was only courteous to make sure.

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Silas adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and furrowed his brow as Madison spoke. “No, no… I wouldn’t mind at all. I’ve been looking over some things, but…” He paused, bending to grab one of the books he had knocked onto the floor and then opening it on the desk. “The bit about Fel is worrisome.”

He thumbed through the pages, searching for something specific that he had previously overlooked in his searching. “I was thinking, or well, had been suspecting some kind of hydra or Scilla-type cross, given the blood color. It was very characteristically sea-monster-ish, in nature. Or perhaps some victim of the aforementioned’s venom, or a wyvern-bite, maybe but…Ah! Here—” 

His hand paused in it’s searching, holding open a page with an image of an old cuneiform sketching. “If Fel’s averse to it— her, sorry— If a Fallen has a grief with someone, it may be that something very old’s gotten a hold on her. Send me whatever you have.” 

Silas slid the book so that it sat directly under the desk lamp, and placed the lizard from his pocket on the page to hold his place. The little green animal stretched, looked up, and then sunk down under the heat to bask and nap. 

“I’ll do some more digging," Silas said, starting back toward the shelves only to be stopped by the length of the phone cord and fumble back a step, "But watch the um… The new cryptid? The mystery guest? Whatever we’re calling her, watch her. Carefully. If Fel think’s she’s bad news, I wouldn’t overlook it.”

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“I plan on getting a volunteer to keep an eye on the cryptid when I’m not speaking with her. While she seems peaceful, I don’t want to put things to chance in a situation like this.” Keeping the phone tucked between his chin and shoulder, Madison rose and made his way over to the computer situated in the corner of the room. After blowing some of the dust off the thing, he sat himself down and began to work, typing up an email to his bespectacled coworker.

“We actually had to patch her up right now- poor thing was in tatters when we got to her- and, well, while I didn’t exactly get a chance to take any pictures or anything like that, I did get a good view of her anatomy. Of course, you’ll probably want to speak more to Oren about that, but…” He took a moment to delete what he supposed was a fairly unnecessary piece of information, before changing his mind and keeping it.

“At any rate, we’re certainly dealing with something very interesting here. I don’t have all the little details of what happened during the mission and all, but Derrick’s bringing us all together in a bit so everyone can explain. He actually had to put the safe house on lockdown for now, so with any luck I can learn the rest, but for now...there.” With a flourish, Madison pressed down upon the enter key, sending the bright blue loading bar flashing upon the screen for a few moments before fading.

Upon the document was a general synopsis of what he had heard, as well as Madison’s own observations; how he overheard the apparent involvement of a wolf pack, the resilience of the cryptid, her almost reptilian eyes...Any little tidbit of information that he could think up, the vampire had added onto the document.

Logging out of his account, Madison stepped away from the desk and took a moment to properly grip his phone. “You should be getting it soon, but, again, I’ll go ahead and update you when things are properly settled. Can you call in, by any chance? You could just listen in to the whole thing.”