Silas Lysbro

Description:
PANTHEON Aesir
GOD Thor
CALLING
NATURE Judge
ATTRIBUTES
Physical Social Mental
Strength ●●●●○○○○○○ Charisma ●●●○○○○○○○ Perception ●●●○○○○○○○
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Dexterity ●●●●○○○○○○ Manipulation ●○○○○○○○○○ Intelligence ●●○○○○○○○○
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Stamina ●●●●○○○○○○ Appearance ●●●○○○○○○○ Wit ●●●●○○○○○○
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ABILITIES
□ Academics __________ ○○○○○ □ Craft ___________ ○○○○○ ■ Melee __________ ●●●○○
□ Animal Ken __________ ○○○○○ □ _______________ ○○○○○ □ Occult __________ ○○○○○
□ Art __________ ○○○○○ □ _______________ ○○○○○ □ Politics _________ ○○○○○
□ _______________ ○○○○○ □ Empathy __________ ○○○○○ ■ Presence __________ ●●○○○
■ Athletics __________ ●●●○○ □ Fortitude __________ ●●●○○ □ Science __________ ○○○○○
□ Awareness __________ ●●●○○ □ Integrity __________ ●●○○○ □ _______________ ○○○○○
■ Brawl __________ ●●●○○ □ Investigation __________ ○○○○○ □ _______________ ○○○○○
□ Command __________ ○○○○○ □ Larceny __________ ○○○○○ □ Stealth __________ ○○○○○
■ Control __________ ●●○○○ □ Markmanship __________ ●●●○○ □ Survival __________ ○○○○○
□ _______________ ○○○○○ □ Medicine __________ ○○○○○ ■ Thrown __________ ●●●●●
BIRTHRIGHTS WEAPONS
Weapon SPD ACC DMG DEF RNG
Hammer ●●●●○ Hammer 5 0 +8B -1 10
Spark Plug ●○○○○
Runic Tattoo ●○○○○
BOONS WILLPOWER VIRTUES COMBAT
Wind’s Freedom ●●●●●●●○○○ Courage ●●●○○ Dodge DV 5
Battle Cry □□□□□□□□□□□ Endurance ●●●●○ Parry DV 3
Aegis Expressions ●○○○○ Join Battle 7
__________ Loyalty ●○○○○
__________ __________ ○○○○○
__________ __________ ○○○○○
KNACKS SOAK ARMOR LEGEND MOVEMENT
Self Healing B 9 L 5 A 1 Type: Biker Gear B +2 L _ A _ ●●●○○○○○○○○○ Move Dash Dash
Damage Conversion □□□□□□□□□□□□□ __ __ __
Crushing Grip
Hurl to the Horizon
Bio:

A crash of his hammer…

Silas smiled at the rhythmic pounding as his hammer hitting the rivets.

Another crash, this one louder than the first…

Silas always found it easy to lose himself in his thoughts while using a hammer, no matter what he found himself doing with it at the time.

A third crash. This one shook the very walls around him…

Silas would always remember…

The hallway was dark, unwelcoming and cold. It was as if the very pictures looked down in disdain at Silas, the only reprieve from their unforgiving staring was the occasional flash of light offered by the storm outside. That very lightning, a force so terrifying to some, gave him no fear. In fact, something about nature’s greatest, and most chaotic force gave him quite the opposite… Courage. Courage to do what was right… What was necessary. It illuminated his destination like a beacon upon a fleeing criminal. He gripped his hammer tightly in his small fist, fear melting away in the white hot heat of determination.

As he approached his goal, he could hear her screams from behind the doorway which were promptly followed by the sound of a loud smack and that damned guttural laughter that always made his skin crawl.

And then another smack…

“Shut up, Bitch!”
And another scream, followed by an even more violent strike.

“Scream one more time and I’ll kill that boy of yours… and I will do so before your very eyes… do you understand me?!”

All Silas heard in response was an unintelligible whimper.

“Now, I want you to enjoy this” said the gruff voice.

What came next was far more troubling than any sound could be… silence. The silence of a man simply taking what he wanted, while his victim simply accepted her fate…

Silas closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself but one fleeting second to think before moving to act. He knew now that he needed to end his mother’s torment. He could not simply stand by for one more moment.

He opened the door to see what would be forever burned into darkest parts of his memories. He saw his own father towering over the battered and broken form of his mother, laughing quietly… darkly. That laughter was not born of any form of happiness, just malice. It was a laughter bred by something completely inhuman. The vile laughter continued as he glanced over to the door opening to see young Silas standing there, his own son of 10 holding a hammer

“Well well, aren’t you being a naughty boy. its past your bed time” he chortled, “ah well maybe you can learn something from this.”

“Leave her alone” silas whispered.

“What was that you little shit?” he spat back, his face contorting into something akin to pure rage.

“I said… leave her ALONE!” the storm outside seemed to echo Silas anger.

Suddenly, time seemed to slow to a crawl, like the entire world had been plunged under water.

He lifted the hammer, flexed his arm behind him, and hurled it forth at his father with all of his might. He watched as it flew through the air spinning faster with each revolution as it approached its target, as if somehow the prospect of justice being rendered gave it a new found fervour.

The final crash drowned out even the sound of nature’s fury.

It deafened the thunder, and shocked the lightning…

Silas remembers…

not finished yet…

Silas Lysbro

Eldest of the Gods dagadus