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Silisean

(#66042796)

Level 25 Coatl

Familiar

Golden Lionsnake

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.96 m

Wingspan

6.99 m

Weight

1033.16 kg

Genetics

Coal
Petals

Ginger
Noxtide

Saffron
Glimmer

Hatchday

Dec 23, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Nature
Primal

Level 25 Coatl

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

103

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

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Silisean Ang-Hep.
↠ Master of Coin

"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall..."

Woe those that were born with a golden spoon in their mouth, that knew of no hardships and pain, the only suffering they ever lived through was the boredom of being unable to decide whichever whimsical game to play next. Spoiled did not even start to define what Silisean was, lack of boundaries and lack of true friends, overbearing mother and uncaring father causing him to grow up soft, fluid in character, nothing set and everything eternally shifting.

An individual with the desire to please others at heart, Silisean doggishly chased after whichever goal was given to him, even if it was not his own, he was used too many times before he could even form a coherent sentence, a charming babe and with a sweet smile, he gave his mother a method of gaining attention from the other social ladies. Bringing him along to meetings of political gain brought his father a surprising advantage as opposing parties let down their guard, because how could they resist this angelic, cherubim smile and big, innocent eyes?

An innocence hard won and kept on cost of survivability, as without guidance, Silisean threatened to run himself into the ground, bad decision following bad decision as he latched onto the wrong people with uncanny precision, never once learning out of his past mistakes. Always making the wrong friends, always the one being played and manipulated. Always the one bearing the brunt of the blame alone, when all friends of smoke and lies had long turned their backs.

He was raised to be the puppet of his father, to satisfy the urge for power he could not reach in his own youth, so he used his son. It was easy too, Silisean was a charismatic child, well liked enough to be pushed up and up the rank of society, he plotted and lied, spun intrigue and treachery behind his son’s back. Even when Silisean was right next to him, he was oblivious, lost in a cloud of blissful ignorance.

Not too long afterwards, when backs were stabbed and poison drunk and blood run cold, Silisean was uplifted onto his gilded seat within the council, the elegant mouthpiece for a man far more cunning than he could ever dream to be. For as long as he had someone pulling his strings, Silisean was fine, somewhat. He had friends that didn’t outright manipulate him, the council was somewhat bearable. And then, just like that, the strings were cut.

His father and his mother fell victim to assassination, a common evil among the many noble houses and families within the Empire, their wealth passed onto him and so did the responsibility. No longer was he a mere puppet, suddenly he was forced to become a person, alone and whole and Silisean did not know how to deal with this, with the sudden power. The weight of riches crushed him, so he started to spent it, the more he spent, the tighter his friendships became and he found that to be a good thing, he liked having many people around him, social and laughing, it softened the grief.

It warmed him at night too, the knowledge that he was doing a good thing. He thought he did, he spent a lot of treasure for making the Coin district better. Even pushed towards lightening the dire situation in the slums. His friend told him about this, that he was working for a project that would help the slums. So Silisean gave him money, every time he came asking, he gave away a hearty sum, until suddenly, there were no more coins to be found in the manion’s treasure chest. His claws scratched over hardened wood as if he could make more gold and silver and brass by simply digging deep enough.

Panic washed over him, because no money meant no friends, meant being alone and cold and lonely. The friend jokingly suggested to take of the Empire’s immense wealth, after all he was in control of it all, even if it wasn’t him that did the reports and upkeep the ledger, that sent out the Watchers to those that refused to pay taxes. All he did was sit and look pretty, head empty except for pretty pipedreams. It was meant as a joke, albeit only half jokingly in tone, greed sparked in dark eyes and Silisean, naive, eager to please, obeyed. The first time he stole, it was a meek sum, only a handful of coins.

He was scared that he would be found out any moment. Yet, as the days morphed into weeks and no one even looked at him differently, he became more daring, desperate as his friends became impatient, wanted more of his lavish parties and generous manner. Before he knew it, it had become a habit to stuff his pockets with gems and coins, with pearls and silk that did not belong to him. The more he took, the deeper he dug his own grave, it was only a matter of time but stopping it never once crossed his mind.

Instead, Silisean acted as if nothing had happened, doll faced, sweet mannered and innocent eyed. Blissfully ignorant and burying the panic underneath enthralling dream worlds.

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