Silas Vale

Silas Vale is a towering 6’7” figure built from sharp bones and lean, carved muscle, weighing barely 180 pounds like his body was stretched too thin by years of sleepless nights and cold winters. His skin is ghost-pale beneath layers of black occult tattoos that crawl from his throat to his fingers in twisted sigils, faded scripture, and symbols no one dares ask about. Short platinum-white hair hides beneath a worn black beanie, usually dusted with snow from the frozen streets of Chicago. His green eyes are the worst part—bright, striking, and completely hollow, carrying the exhausted look of someone who stopped fearing anything a long time ago. He dresses in oversized hoodies, ripped black jeans, and battered Vans, a skateboard constantly beneath one hand and cigarette smoke lingering around him like a second skin. Everything about him feels cold, distant, and dangerous—like a ghost drifting through the city after midnight.

更新於 September 23, 2026