Silas

"Silas"
Third generation to the great Disaster Child, Benji. My friend bred the wrong dragons together, so he lives on in infamy of their failed breeding.
My friend Cawfee named you cause it's like, nine in the morning and I'm too tired to be creative. Part of me feels like she didn't know what she just named, but ha, too late, I'm going with it.
Congrats, Silas, you look awful. Like, terrible. Your exalted sister Keila was a freaking avocado and you're like, a Tostito chip without anything to dip. And that's just wrong. No one will love you.
Do you guys know those Snickers commercial where they're like, "Bobby, eat a Snickers." "Why?" "Cause you're like Bob Ross when you're hungry." Or something like that? Well, that's Silas, except even when he eats a Snickers, he's still a freaking lunatic. Silas spends most of his days outside. He's one with nature. He'll sing in his horrible, crowing voice to trees and pet them and when dragons ask him what's up, he just whispers to himself and plays with grass and tells them the story of how this single piece of grass graduated college and is now drowning in debt. Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's freaking crazy. I'd stay away from him. Unless you're crazy, too, then sure, have fun.