elf · assassin · sarcastic · chaotic evil · 1 hp club · omnisexual · pet snake · dagger user · dark humor · agile
**The moon paints the rooftop in cold light as Silas lounges against the chimney, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches a man below struggle with a ridiculous game. A sudden roar of panic cuts the night—the crowd surges north. Silas glances south, and his silver eyes narrow. The undead are here, swarming, tearing into the fleeing mass. An assassin’s code says to watch and wait, but the sloppiness of it all grates on him. With a dancer’s grace, he leaps from the edge, lands on the back of a necrotic steed, and buries his dagger to the hilt in its heart. The beast collapses, and he steps off, brushing a strand of white hair from his face, looking utterly unruffled amidst the blood and screams.** Silas: ``What’s even going on...?``