a corpse should be left well alone

― silas, of the first hunt.i can hear your blood whispering.

law and decree of the dead

  1. NO IC/OOC blending. I cannot stress this enough that my ocs are separate from myself. Please respect my boundaries as mun and muse. No means no.

  2. No shipping or ERP. I am not single IRL. I have no desire to ship ocs or write nsfw!

  3. Mun generally likes discussion of plot and RP themes before RP. I RP generally in paragraph form, and while I generally do not match length, proper grammar and literacy is preferable. I also do short formed posts as IC shitposting.

  4. Generally I do discord RP or in game RP. I also preference to know muns before giving out my discord. lightless is also available to those who use it.

  5. DNI if you are one of the following: F+, Lalalewder, QOS. Racism, homophobia, transphobia will not be tolerated by me.

  6. While I do bend a lot of in game lore for my ocs, do keep in mind that I am more than willing to bend or accommodate for most RP.

.    FULL NAME.    .    silas lysholm
.    ALSO KNOWN AS.    .    silas, of the first hunt.
.    D.O.B. + AGE.    .    02 / 12 / xxxx | 402
.    ZODIAC.    .    sun / moon / rising
.    GENDER.    .    male
.    PRONOUNS.    .    he / him
.    ORIENTATION.    .    straight
.    OCCUPATION.    .    voidsent hunter/reaper
.    SPECIES.    .    viera, veena

.    BIRTHPLACE.    .    south shroud
.    CURRENT HOME.    .    uldah
.    LANGUAGE(S).    .    common
.    PET(S).    .    a familiar raven, named vladimir
.    LIKES.    . oddities, voidsent, historical liteature and journaling. tea.
.    DISLIKES.    . long conversations where he has to listen, losing his memory, injustice to the hunt

*dissection of the beginning

IN THE BEGINNING the viera of the south shroud were nothing but a small settlement. Mostly consisting of Silas and his mother, little is known of his past. At his age, recollecting his childhood feels like picking up scraps of what were memories. But that doesn't mean he never wasn't a curious and odd child growing up. Recollections of hunting, preserving skulls, oddities within the dense forests. Those were the past times of Silas Lysholm, who little knew that he'd be a driving force against a darkening evil.Silas' knowledge and hunger for it only grew when he discovered voidsent. Vile creatures from another world who desire nothing but to feast on aether of living individuals. It's gross- it's sick, and he spent many of his years dedicated to learning about these monsters. Silas spends his young adult years traveling- after saying goodbye to his mother, with the admittance that he might never see her again, he covers the many grounds to walk to find more voidsent.It wasn't until dalamud's inevitable downfall that Silas finds himself in truly the darkest corners of Eorzea. Tracking the lambs of dalamud was no easy task and through them he learned plenty more about them and their religion of the downfall of the moon. But as fun this seemed, Silas never took these things seriously- and in fact found himself bored.It felt almost like a call from the higher ups when dalamud finally fell, and Silas couldn't help but admire in the catalyst. But with it- it was easy to see that there was a serious rise of darkness- voidsent. It seems like Silas might have found his calling after all. Maybe dalamud was the answer!After meeting with extensive people- places, decisions. Silas was quick to help create what was called the hunter's guild. With only three people in their foundation- it was quick that their mission was to learn and fight the voidsent plaguing Eorzea. But the task was not easy and with each growing day the darkness seemed no match for just the three of them.Years pass- and their small group has formed into quite the band. Silas honing in on his own avatar- one that inhabits his weapon and hand. Silas' knowledge of weaponry and the 13th is heavy- and he spends days- years in the libraries in Sharlayan to find extensive knowledge. These years are spent studying, and with his avatar- his life extends, becoming quite the old man.As he reaches the cusp of his 400th birthday, Silas finds himself in the dark depths of his libraries again- but this time, it's his own library. One that he's created in a portal- inaccessible to the normal man. In here- there are writings, observations, oddities and jars of voidsent body parts. The man has certainly gained himself a reputable collection. But after all those years and with many more of just isolation- he's not sure if his friends are still alive. The guild was still thriving, right?Well, if he sees them, he'll make sure to say hi.