SILAS

The infamous town of Rustport, a quagmire of perpetual villainy and crime. Its gutters reek, producing an almost visible miasma from its wet markets and unkempt residents. The ramshackle stalls and shops lining its narrow streets, however, still have much to offer if one knows where to look. All manner of contraband and substances sell in the undermarkets of Rustport, much of which can in fact be found nowhere else. The Ouroboros group, a metallurgical organization dealing mainly in the development and sale of forbidden crafts, base many of their operations in the eyesore of the coast. As fanatical weapon makers and alchemists, they are able to operate largely without restraint within the confines of Rustport, unhindered and unchallenged. The lawless sprawl of the desperate and the unscrupulous was just the spot they needed.

What set Silas apart from the rank and file of the Ouroboros was his fervent desire to learn more and more through his experiments. Unlike his fellow apprentices who were happy enough to stick to gunpowder and mundane poisons, he was more interested in biological augmentations. They fascinated him to such a degree that many said he was obsessed. He began working with different concoctions and elixirs that would increase strength and unlock ultimate physical potential. Silas went so far as to even experiment on himself as his obsession grew stronger by the day. Through a series of self-performed surgeries, he was able to augment his body with a device that would allow him to control the dosages of chemical compounds released into his body with relative ease and precision.

Such drastic measures and regular usage of these concoctions was not without adverse effects. Frequently using such a powerful substance takes a permanent toll on the user's mind. It wasn't long until Silas and the subjects of his experiments were all affected in some manner by the substance. What little of Silas' ethical compunctions that remained were dwindling fast. He continued to use the substance with unbridled desire. It was then that a deadlier side effect became more pronounced. The substance was costing more than just his mind. It also ate away at his internal tissues. He was on a slow but sure path to the grave.

Silas cared not for the devastating effects this potent substance had on his body, for he had already formulated a plan for his salvation. On the brink of death, Silas ventured to the ruined kingdom of Bantus, the realm of the dead. He sought out the necromancers who resided within the twisted woods of Bantus and came to an agreement. Trading his knowledge of metallurgy for life, the necromancers granted him the solution to immortality. Silas was made Graveborn.

Silas awoke seeing an elevated truth. The living were constricted and subdued by their own mortal vessels. He knew that now as a Graveborn, the potential for his augmentations would be boundless. He would become something else, stronger and wiser than he ever could have been as a mere man. Finally, flesh and artifice could truly become one.

"Mortality is a symptom of a weak imagination."

"You want to grow stronger, little one? Afraid of a little needle are we? Well, not everyone can handle true power. Take this and be on your way!"

Has visit scenes with Hodgkin and Izold.