Appearance Age/Supernatural Age: 35/35
Daevion. A name well known among shifters. Their lineage goes back for generations, a family of skill and intelligence. Down the line a boy was born, his parents overjoyed as little Silas was born. That joy soon become overshadowed by certain characteristics of the child. Silas didn't smile much, only when he wanted something, doing anything to achieve whatever goal he had set his sights on. Until puberty would hit, they would have no idea what his shifting form would be. Even as a child it was always his way or the highway, stubborn as can be and blunt, which not everyone could appreciate but they couldn't seem to do much about it.
The boy would get into fights, usually winning, but not just by strength. While an opponent was still thinking where to hit him best, he had already struck. His parents had trouble containing him, trying to get him to be a little more friendlier but it didn't help much. When he was about 13 years old and puberty hit, he had his first shift in his sleep. At first he couldn't control it so the first night it happened he woke up the next day with large feathers in his bed. He spent the morning looking at one of them and when his father came home he eagerly showed it to him. His father recognized the feather and told him that he wasn't surprised that Silas personality was the way it was. His aggression, his need to achieve, his decisiveness and analytical abilities,even his stubborn nature and how insensitive he could be towards others, it all matched his shift form. Silas had the mind of an Eagle and now the body too if he wanted.
After discussing his future and his need to be in charge, his parents decided it was best for Silas to leave home for a while and see the world, to get some first hand life experience and to see if he could survive out there, giving him limited resources to start with. Barely eighteen and out into the wild as he liked to call it. He knew he had to keep his identity a secret, which was easy enough to do anyway. His first job was that of a paperboy, which he hated as he was working for other people, having to do what he was being told by them. It awakened his need to achieve in an instant. His intellect and decisiveness helped him get in good graces with his boss, working his way up from the bottom of the paper foodchain, within a matter of months he knew everything he needed to know and more, the deep dark secrets of the owner of the company were easy to unravel by simply following the man while soaring through the skies. Every leader of any kind of place had secrets and Silas wasn't afraid to use them against him.
Once in the seat of the man he had blackmailed out of his spot as owner, he expanded the company and business was blooming. Silas loved his life out there, people would do as told at the snap of his fingers. Sometimes he thought of his old home, part of him missed it, yet another part just wanted to stay away. That was until two years ago his father died, his mother nearly begging for Silas to come home and so he did. The trip had changed him, having formed a kind of compassion, as mild as it may be, but as soon as he was back, his urge to achieve popped right back up. His Dominant personality took over as he aimed for the leader position, always being first in line when gang fights would occur. Though with simple words he can bring someone down to their knees and he prefers it that way even though he doesn't shy away from violence.
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