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Is that PEDRO PASCAL? No, that’s SILAS RIVERA. The 45 year old WERELION OMEGA MALE is a GUARD POLICE OFFICER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be PROTECTIVE & STRONG-WILLED, but beware, they’re also known to be SHORT-TEMPERED & CALLOUS. Their friends also say that they’re into PRAISE & HAIR PULLING but don’t you dare try SCAT & GORE with them.
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Silas Rivera
Nickname(s): Si, Cariño, Grumpy, Princess
Age: 45
Species: Werelion
Moon Phase: Fire Oak Moon
Secondary Gender: Omega
Occupation (former): Guard in the Blazepelt Pack
Occupation: Police Officer
Pack (born): Marin (dame), unknown royalty (sire)
Pack(former): Sindra (owner), Trenton (sired his cubs except Sam), Taj (oldest cub, 26), Remy (2nd oldest cub, 25), Balis (third cub, 24), Zander (fourth cub, 22) + Vander (fifth cub, 22), Sam (sixth cub, 2)
Mate: Dante Di Cesare (future mate)
Likes: nature, peace, quiet, a good fight, training, spending time with his pups
Dislikes: traditions, alpha arrogance
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'11
Weight: 167 pounds
Build: lean, but muscular
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Lion Appearance: He is on the smaller side with relatively big paws.
Tattoos, scars: His owner branded him with his insignia. It’s located at the back of his head, under his fluffy mob of hair. He has scars across his body, a few here and there, from training, from abuse, from fights he picked, but none are really impressive. Mental scarring though? Yeah.
SEX
Kinks: Service Tops(like be one for him), Praise, Clothed quickies, Biting, Rimming (receiving), Scenting, Spanking, Pits, Be nice to him and play with his hair pls and thx
Anti-Kinks: Scat, Gore, Vore, Bondage, Restrictions
Note: He’s vers and complicated lol. Due to past experiences and general suspicion towards others (Alphas more than anything), he can go from wanting a soft Alpha to love him to rough, casual quickies with whomever comes by, usually Omegas tho, cause ew Alphas. Though at the end of the day, he wants to be claimed, taken and bred by an Alpha like a good little Omega, only he’s too stubborn/afraid to admit it.
Before Willowshire (tw miscarriages, tw domestic abuse, tw rape, mpreg (duh), abo dynamics)
Silas was born in the Royal City, his dame a royal servant and his sire the King’s brother (so they said, but in truth - the King himself had granted himself a little midnight soiree). A bastard son with blue blood running through his veins was.. in fact, just a bastard son. His dame was blamed for the incident despite her being the victim in the affair, so he was shunned already as a cub, but he never understood why. As a young boy, he was trained in the art of sword fighting and melee combat, should he ever fight in the name of the Crown. The training was hard, strict and would shape Silas in more ways than one. As he grew older, he began to understand the reason he was avoided by most of the people around him and it hardened his heart, but strict training every day kept the young man distracted and in line. He was determined to join the royal guard, if only to die in the name of the Crown and give his life meaning.
When he (unexpectedly) presented as an Omega on his 18th birthday, everything changed. Barely a day later, still in heat, in his most vulnerable state, he was gifted to a very close friend of the King - some Lord he owed a favor. Lord Sindra was in need of a mate for reproduction purposes and Silas was perfect for that. The “problem” that previously was the King’s bastard son would finally be out of the way and they had found a use for him, too.
Silas was not asked, or consulted - nor did he have a choice in the matter. The young man always thought he’d join the guard, get the chance to prove himself and earn the respect he felt he was owed. Or die trying, but Mother Nature took that dream from him.
Instead, he was branded with his owner's mark and escorted to his new home, never to be seen again. Silas was fit, healthy - had a very defined, strong body, he promised healthy cubs, but what nobody knew at the time was that his mate, Sindra, was incapable of siring cubs himself. The Omega before Silas found out the hard way and was discarded after a few years of no success. Now, with such a healthy, blue-blooded mate it had to work, right? It wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
Before Silas could find out about that himself, though, someone else pushed himself into his life. His first heat fell on a terrible date for the Lord. He was hosting a party at his house. Silas was escorted to his new home during the party on a late evening. A handful of the finest noblemen were gathered at the Lord’s house. Silas didn’t get to attend as his Lord had been too busy to tend to him, so he was bound to his bed (he had his own room, Sindra didn’t wish to share his own bedchambers with the Omega), gagged so he wouldn’t disturb the festivities and would be dealt with after.
Only… someone else with a very refined sense of smell picked up on his need and paid him a visit in his room. He didn’t know the Alpha, didn’t know if his mate agreed, but Silas was “blessed” for the first time of his life that night. Taken against his will, he was left on his bed for his Lord to find him. Sindra was not pleased - it was Silas’ fault, of course. So his Lord finished what the Alpha had started and let the case rest.
When Silas became pregnant with his first cub afterwards, it was not the news he wanted to hear. His Lord, though - was pleased. While he didn’t like anybody else touching what was his, he knew his secret would be safe once more. The humiliation he would be objected to, if his secret came out.. unthinkable. The cub was born healthy and strong, so his Lord made a decision. A deal was struck involving Silas’ body - his life, but he wasn’t asked. Trenton Coliar, as he later found out, would be invited for tea every time Silas’ cycle struck from then on to ensure more offspring - and of course his Lord would always claim what was his again when the nobleman was done. Silas knew it was an ego thing, it didn’t matter. The entire ordeal was mentally scarring enough, he didn’t really want to dwell on the why’s.
He bore his so-called mate five healthy cubs over 5 years, but love had no room in their home. He was beaten, humiliated, degraded and raped repeatedly, but every time he tried to run, the guards brought him right back and fighting them had brought him broken ribs, cheekbones and days in the cellar, so he gave up eventually. As did his pseudo-mate after two stillborn cubs and a handful of miscarriages, all of which had been caused by violence during pregnancy, or other outside influences. His first miscarriage would be the most scarring, for sure.
Before Silas gave life to his twins, he lost their older siblings a few weeks into pregnancy. Sindra had been growing more and more irritated with every cub he bore - the reason? Silas didn’t know. Sindra wanted offspring, he got it. Again, he was quite sure it was an ego thing. Trenton seemed fine with it, but Silas’ heart broke with the loss. Blame was put on him, as per usual. Sindra had explained to Trenton that it was an unfortunate happenstance. Then he had his twins. Sindra had been traveling more than usual, which ensured their safety until birth. When they presented Bear at around six months of age, Silas knew he was in trouble. Sindra - a tiger and Silas - a lion would never create a bear, so those two would tarnish Sindra’s reputation whichever they turned this.
Frustration grew within the Alpha once again, his anger best let out on his property. Silas. With no quick, discreet back-up plan, his Lord put the blame back on his Omega, naturally. When Silas turned out to be carrying again, Sindra snapped. He couldn’t sire a single cub, yet Trenton managed to leave a cub in Silas every single time he came around. Anger was, once again, bestowed upon Silas. He lost the next cub, earlier than before, too. Trenton was called over again almost too soon, maybe Sindra had been panicked, maybe he hadn’t thought about it properly, because Silas was still struggling with the loss and healing from the beating that caused the loss in the first place, but there he was again.
The Omega had never not been on his hands and knees when Trenton came to hold up his end of the deal, but this time something seemed off. Trenton had caught up, had realized Silas shouldn’t be in heat again - couldn’t possibly be, unless.. Whether Silas had given his consent to the deal or not, he loved his cubs from the bottom of his heart and losing one - even before birth, cut deep. A pain that wasn’t easy to hide. Trenton sniffed it out, found his face black and blue, his stomach and torso a painting of purple. Silas would not be bred that night. Instead Sindra would be finding himself getting a glimpse of what Silas’ life had been ever since he presented. Sindra was taken against his will by a ravenous Bear, humiliated and broken …and Silas was allowed to watch. He was his master, his owner, but when Trenton was done, Silas couldn’t have cared less about Sindra’s injuries.
Sindra, though - once he had recovered, called the deal off. Silas wouldn’t see Trenton again for a long time. And they were back to before Trenton. Sindra would breed him, but nothing came of it, so eventually Silas was deemed infertile, useless, but as the Lord had laid claim upon him officially, Silas was meant to remain in his home to raise his cubs. But that didn’t stop Sindra from exercising cruelty on the trapped Omega, again and again and again.
When his heat struck and Sindra wasn’t in the Royal City, Silas would be bedded by the guards that kept him locked in his golden cage. Possible offspring that came from those couplings were taken care of the same way Trenton’s deceased cubs had been. A good beating and all would be well. When Sindra was in town, he’d fulfill his duty as Alpha.
A little over twenty years had passed since Silas first set foot into this house. His cubs old enough to live their own lives, Silas found an opening - a chance to get away. That was, until he found out he was expecting, again, but he knew it couldn’t possibly be his owner’s. It had to be one of the guards. Sindra hadn’t been home in over a week and wouldn’t be for a few weeks longer. The child was safe. Fleeing while he was pregnant would be risky, so he waited. Patience, he was familiar with it. So he had to wait. Again. And then he had to wait for yet another opening.
When Sam turned two years old, his eldest cub (all five miraculously had turned out to be Alphas) came through with a plan, a once in a lifetime opportunity to smuggle Silas out of the Royal City with the help of a knight - the knight who trained them. Orion. They trusted him and had convinced the man to help. His cubs had to stand by and watch all their lives, but now they were old enough to help. That one Friday night, he picked up his two year-old cub and his oldest son smuggled him out of the royal city, the guards attended a royal festival in the city, the gate was passed with the help of the knight, so his second oldest brought him to the edge of Willowshire without any trouble, but didn’t dare setting foot in it. They had a good life in the Royal City, they had no reason to leave and Silas never expected them to.
In Willowshire
Silas had grown hard over the years, his heart locked away for protection. He was angry, he was full of rage that he bottled up for most of his life. He’d signed up to be a guard, knowing he’d do anything to protect his cub (and therefore the village) and given that he was trained with the spear, bow and in close combat, he was a good pick for the job, everybody agreed on that.
He never really agreed with the conservative view of Alphas and Omegas in pack Blazepelt, but accepted the pack as it was. All he cared about was keeping his cub safe.
Months passed and Silas had slowly grown more comfortable in his new home. That was when an Alpha he never thought worth his time slowly, but surely, became a vital part of his life. Something he never thought possible, something he never expected, but after a few very long, very frustrating and nerve-wrecking months, Silas found something in that Alpha he thought he could only feel for his cubs.
Maybe life wasn't meant to be pain?
In New Haven
Silas didn't land in New Haven during the time collapse, he spawned halfway across the country, confused and alone - with no idea what happened and no way to even find out where he was, or if his .. family, his loved ones were okay. Had they jumped with him? He'd seen them.. right? After wandering for a week, aimlessly - with fear in his heart, he was found by one of the search parties and escorted to New Haven.
To find his youngest in custody of ... of him.. Silas couldn't have been more relieved.
Life in New Haven was .. different, he was two weeks behind in adjusting, but with his family by his side, had had more than enough reason to try. His work as a guard and his skills prior to the time shift qualify him to work for the law enforcement in New Haven, so that’s what he’s going to do.
Moon Phase
Silas was born, truly, under the moon of may - the moon of fire. the moon shaping strong, independent characters, who know what they want - who know what they’re worth. A kind soul, so full of potential, the fire in his eyes burnt oh so bright, but it wasn’t meant to last. The day he was born again was also the day his fate was sealed.
His new home - his supposed forever home, was not a home. The tyrant that owned it, was the first to notice that brightness in the young lion and he would also be the one to extinguish it. It wasn’t an easy feat, taming fire never was. It didn’t happen overnight, but as time passed and Silas’ hope dwindled, so did the fire. Beating after beating, heat after heat, cruelty after cruelty bestowed upon him, until there was nothing left but the cold, dead shell of a soul that once burned bright.
These days, Silas knows he’s oak. It’s not even a question, nor is there any doubt Silas has ever been anything else. Born to endure, born to be steadfast and durable - born to survive what only few others could even fathom. The softness in his heart he feels when he sees his pups only confirms it, he’s all they have - he’s their protector, he’s the only thing standing between them and the fate he suffered. Only he knows that the best he can do for them is to endure. It’s nothing special, there’s no fanfare - no glamour in survival, but nevertheless, his moon has kept him alive.









