silas. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • thread tracker.
Is that [PEDRO PASCAL]? No, that’s [SILAS RIVERA]. The [45] year old [OMEGA] [MALE] is a/an/the [GUARD] of/in the [FENRIR] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [PROTECTIVE] & [STRONG-WILLED], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [SHORT-TEMPERED] & [CALLOUS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [PRAISE & HAIR PULLING] but don’t even think about trying [SCAT & GORE] with them. [MELLI, 30, SHE/HER, GMT+1]
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Silas Rivera
Nickname(s): Si, Cariño, Grumpy, Princess
Age: 45
Secondary Gender: Omega
Occupation: Guard in the Fenrir Pack
Pack (born): Marin (dame), unknown royalty (sire)
Pack(former): Sindra (owner), Trenton (sired his pups except Sam), Taj (oldest pup, 26), Remy (2nd oldest pup, 25), Balis (third pup, 24), Zander (fourth pup, 22) + Vander (fifth pup, 22), Sam (sixth pup, 2)
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
Wolf Color: this is him, he is on the smaller side with relatively big paws
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 courted, claimed, taken and bred by and Alpha like a good little Omega, only he's too stubborn to admit it.
Before Athos (tw miscarriages, tw domestic abuse, tw rape)
Silas was born in the royal city of Egrain, his dame a royal servant and his sir 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 pup, 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 in line. He was determined to join the royal army, 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. He was no longer shunned, he was no longer trained by the Court's knights - he was left to himself, but that was only the calm before the storm. A week later, he was offered to a friend of the King - some Lord he owed a favor. He was in need of a mate for reproduction purposes and Silas was exactly that. The "problem" that 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 army, get the chance to prove himself and earn the respect he felt he was owed. Or die trying, but Mother Wolf took that dream from him.
Instead, he was escorted to his new home, never to be seen again. Silas was fit, healthy - had a very defined, strong body, he promised healthy pups, but what nobody knew at the time was that his mate, Sindra, was incapable of siring pups 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. During a formal fest on a late evening, a handful of the finest noblemen were gathered at the Lord's house. Silas didn't get to attend, his heat struck that same evening, but 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. He 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 pup 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 pup 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, 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 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 pups over 5 years, but love had no room in their home. He was beaten, humiliated, degraded and raped (during his most vulnerable time), 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 pups and a handful of miscarriages, most of which had been caused by violence during pregnancy, or other outside influences. Then, worse news reached them. The nobleman, Trenton was to be exiled from Egrain. Silas knew why, but it made no difference to him at the time. Exile. Best thing Silas heard in his entire life. With no quick, discreet back-up plan, his Lord put the blame back on his Omega, naturally.
Silas was deemed infertile eventually, useless, but as the Lord had laid claim upon him officially, Silas was meant to remain in his home to raise his pups. But that didn't stop him from exercising cruelty on the trapped Omega, again and again and again. A few years before Silas would find freedom, his mate chose to let the guards that watched over the Omega (with a flight risk) day and night, take turns with him during Silas' heats. He figured that this way he'd at least still be useful.
A little over twenty years had passed since Silas first set foot into this house. His pups 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 mate's. 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 pup (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 Egrain with the help of a knight - the knight who trained them. They trusted him and had convinced the man to help. His kids 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 pup 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 Athos without any trouble, but didn't dare setting foot in it. They had a good life in Egrain, they had no reason to leave and Silas never expected them to.
In Athos
Silas has grown hard over the years, his heart locked away for protection. He's angry, he is full of rage that he bottled up for most of his life. He's signed up to be a guard, knowing he'd do anything to protect his pup (and therefore the village) and given that he's trained with the spear, bow and in close combat, he is a good pick for the job, everybody agreed on that.
He's not really agreeing with the conservative view of Alphas and Omegas in pack Fenrir, but accepts the pack as it is. He doesn't care if the three packs stay apart or not, so long as his pup is safe.
That's all that matters.
