Silas Bleak is the 16-Year-Old son of Eris, the goddess of discord, chaos, strife and the darker aspects of conflict. He is also the legacy to Hecate, the goddess of magic.
| “ | You call that magic? My cat can do better than that! | ” |
—Silas to the children of Circe | ||
Appearance[]
Silas has long, thin limbs, a thin neck and an angular face. He has black hair in a mop-top style with V-shaped bangs and part of his hair sticks up like devil-horns that rise over his ears to points slightly above the top of his head. He has arched eyebrows and sideburns that taper to a point. He also has long, sharp, black fingernails.
His clothes are formal, and predominantly black but include a white shirt with a tall, stiff collar. On top of this he wears a black skinny tie, black skinny trousers and pointed shoes, as well as a distinctive jacket. The jacket resembles a standard suit jacket around the chest and shoulders, although it has long sleeves with flared, pointed cuffs, and the jacket's skirt is similarly long and shaped so that it comes to a point at the front. The jacket is fastened with two short button straps around the waist.
About[]
Silas is a chaotic force of nature wrapped in the form of a mischievous 16-year-old demigod. As the son of Eris, the goddess of discord, and a legacy of Hecate, the goddess of magic, he is a whirlwind of unpredictable energy, blending chaos and sorcery into a volatile mix. With his sharp wit, theatrical personality, and penchant for stirring up trouble, Silas thrives on discord, often using his powers to manipulate emotions, disrupt order, and conjure illusions that confuse and terrify his enemies. Though he seems driven purely by mischief, Silas is cunning and ambitious, often hiding deeper motives beneath his playful exterior. His magical prowess, amplified by his dual heritage, makes him a formidable ally or enemy, but Silas’s true allegiance lies only with the thrill of unpredictability—and perhaps his beloved magical familiar Teekl, whose loyalty rivals even his own.
His voice is high-pitched, nasal, and distinctly whiny when he’s expressing irritation or mocking others, which often emphasises his immature and bratty demeanor. It’s the kind of voice that can easily grate on nerves, making it clear that Klarion loves getting under people’s skin. However, when he’s casting a spell or exerting his power, his tone shifts dramatically. It becomes deeper, more commanding, and almost otherworldly, filled with a resonant, magical quality that underscores his immense power.
History/Story[]
Flattening New York[]
Silas Bleak sat inside the gleaming yellow school bus, his black nails tapping impatiently against the metal roof. The sun was high, but he was far more focused on the chaos swirling around him. "How many mortals do you think we'll sqwoosh in this skateboard?" he giggled.
Teekl, his familiar cat, was draped lazily over his lap, flicking an uninterested tail. "Meow," the cat grumbled, unimpressed by the bus’s monotonous hum.
"Bus, bus, you knew I meant bus." Silas replied.
Without another word, Silas snapped the reins of his magic, sending the bus rocketing forward, far too fast for its own good. Tires screeched as the vehicle swerved dangerously around the corner. Mortals on the sidewalk screamed and leapt out of the way as the bus barreled through the street, a comet of destruction with no regard for the innocent. Silas laughed, a manic grin splitting his face.
"Whoops! Careful there!" he shouted to no one in particular, watching as a pedestrian barely avoided being squashed by the bus. The sight filled him with twisted amusement.
“Teekl, did you see that? Almost flattened that poor mortal! That’s what I call fun!”
Teekl’s tail flicked, unbothered by the damage unfolding around them.
Silas could feel the power of his mother, Eris, pulsing through the air like a live wire. He summoned waves of distorted energy, flicking his fingers to create reality glitches; a streetlight turned into a giant lollipop, a car inexplicably stopped and started again, its wheels spinning wildly in reverse.
And then, Silas took it further. His eyes glinted as he turned the wheel of the bus with a sick grin, sending it plowing down the road at breakneck speed. The tires screeched, and the vehicle shot through an intersection. Silas laughed maniacally, swerving dangerously close to a crowd of mortals crossing the street.
One man screamed in panic, his feet failing to move fast enough. Silas’s fingers twitched with an unsettling calm as he watched him, grinning from ear to ear. The man’s fate seemed sealed. Silas cackled maniacally and twisted the wheel, narrowly missing the man. The bus rocketed past, but not without scraping the side mirror on the corner of a building, sending debris flying. With a flick of his wrist, Silas sent the bus hurtling into the center of an intersection, sending another pedestrian scrambling to avoid it. A car tried to cross, but Silas made the tires pop with a simple spell, forcing it to swerve wildly into a ditch. His mind raced, pulling in energy to warp reality itself. The world around him flickered as he created a shifting, chaotic terrain, the sidewalk warping and the air growing thick with unstable magic.
From a distance, Chiron, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover had been tracking the disturbance, their eyes narrowing as they watched Silas wreak havoc on New York's streets.
“That’s enough, Silas,” Chiron called, his voice carrying across the chaos. “You’re coming with us.”
"Coming with you?" Silas sneered, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. I'm playing here, thank you very much. I’ve just started."
Percy, ever the hero, narrowed his eyes. “We’ve tried being nice. Time to get serious.”
Without warning, Percy hurled a water balloon from his bag, and with a precise strike, hit the bus’s side mirror, causing a small explosion of water. The bus jerked, momentarily thrown off course, but Silas held firm, grinning.
"Get lost geezer!"
In a heartbeat, Annabeth stepped forward, eyes gleaming. "You’re everyone’s problem today, Silas," she snapped. She nodded to Grover, who quickly tapped into the earth to create a makeshift barrier. With a sudden burst of energy, Grover summoned a massive root wall, blocking the street ahead.
Silas raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you think you can contain me?"
“You're going to kill someone.” Annabeth called, her tone cool but firm.
With a flick of his wrist, the bus began to lurch forward again, but suddenly it slammed to a halt. A figure stood in front of it, hooves striking the pavement.
Chiron stepped forward, his eyes unyielding. "That’s enough, Silas. You’re coming with us, whether you like it or not."
Silas snarled, his grin tightening into something dark. “And if I don’t want to?”
“Then we’ll have to make you,” Chiron replied, and before Silas could respond, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover worked together, summoning their respective powers to bind the bus in place.
For a moment, Silas looked between them, his eyes narrowing. He tapped his fingers together, his thoughts swirling with a dozen different ways to retaliate. But something in Chiron’s stance—something unspoken—told him it wasn’t worth it. Silas crossed his arms, leaning back against the now-immobile bus. “Fine,” he muttered, “Take me to your glorious camp. But if I’m stuck with you lot, I demand better food than what’s in this big yellow pogo-stick.”
"Meow." Teekl chimed.
"THEY KNOW WHAT I MEANT!" Silas yelled.
Annabeth exchanged an exasperated look with Percy, "I’m sure Camp Half-Blood can accommodate... most of your needs."
Silas smirked, his fingers drumming on the side of the bus. "Oh, I’m sure they can," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. “But don’t be surprised when I stir things up a little.”
Teekl gave a soft meow and Silas just grinned, the chaos already beginning to churn in his mind.
Baby Magic[]
The flag was within reach, and Silas could almost taste victory. His chaotic energy crackled around him, but before he could make his move, a voice pierced the air. "etativel mih ffo eht dnuorg!"
A child of Circe stood a few feet away, hands raised, and uttered,
"etativel mih ffo eht dnuorg."
Her magic attempting to lift him off the ground with an almost mocking ease. Silas smirked, his eyes flashing with mischief. He didn't need to move; his magic was too powerful, too unpredictable to be contained by such a simple spell.
"Baby magic," he said, mocking the daughter of Circe. “Fi ehs stnaw ot etativel os dab tel reh."
With a flick of his wrist, the levitation spell was reversed, and the girl was hurled to the ground with a soft thud. He snickered as he watched her scramble to regain her footing, completely ignoring the petty attempt to neutralize him. Teekl, perched on his shoulder, yawned lazily, as if she had seen this spectacle a thousand times before. But the game wasn't over yet. Silas turned his attention to the Iris Cabin, who were now raining down waves of magical rainbow energy, desperate to stop him from reaching the flag. Their multicolored beams shot at him with precision, but Silas simply cocked his head and grinned.
"Ooh, rainbow power," he taunted, already knowing their magic couldn’t touch him.
"Meow," Teekl muttered under her breath, clearly unimpressed by the display of glittery force.
"I AM paying attention, ya stupid cat," Silas snapped, raising a hand to the sky. His fingers twitched, and a beam of red energy blasted from his hand, obliterating the first wave of rainbows. The force was so intense it caused the surrounding air to vibrate with energy.
"Meow." Teekl hissed.
Silas ignored Teekl’s chiding comments to focus and waved his hand again, sending another barrage of unstable energy blasts at the Iris kids. Each strike exploded with a bang, shattering the vibrant beams of light that had once been their defense.
"In case you haven’t noticed, I’m WINNING!" he shouted. The Iris Cabin’s spells had no effect on him; each attack fizzled and burned away, unable to keep up with the madness he’d unleashed.
One by one, the Iris kids fell back, blasted by Silas' pellets of red energy. Silas knew their magic couldn’t match his. He was chaos incarnate—unstoppable, unpredictable, and far too powerful to be contained by mere rainbow-colored light.
He clicked his fingers, summoning a ball of red energy and lobbed it at the Iris kids, exploding in front of them and sent back several feet. He gave them one last smug glance before turning toward the flag, his ultimate goal. His fingers were already twitching with excitement as he reached for it.
"This is too easy," Silas mused aloud, his voice dripping with amusement. "Can someone just try to challenge me?"
Teekl meowed again, as if agreeing with him.
Silas snatched the flag, raising it high in victory. "Another win for chaos!" he declared, his voice triumphant and far too smug for someone still so young. He turned, ready to walk off the battlefield, but not before tossing one last comment at the defeated demigods.
"Better luck next time, losers."
With that, Silas opened a small portal and he and Teekl vanished, leaving only confusion and a trail of rainbow destruction behind them.
Personality[]
Silas acts like both a spoiled brat and a cruel, vicious, and spiteful psychopath. As the son of discord, Silas naturally takes great pleasure in causing chaos and hurting other people. Appropriately, his mind is likewise somewhat chaotic, prompting him to occasionally utter malapropisms, such as "holy carp" and "see you later, armadillos". Silas is fully aware of this habit, but believes others understand what he meant. He is utterly impulsive and demands immediate gratification for everything he does. His sense of loyalty towards subordinates seems mercurial, as he shamelessly abandons his allies after being defeated. Aside from his cruelty, Silas also acts like an immature and whiny child, who throws tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants, and screams angry threats that are made less intimidating by the childish way in which he does it. Silas is a chaotic and malevolent person. He revels in mischief and often seeks to disrupt the natural order. His moral compass is skewed, and he typically acts in self-interest or for the sake of chaos.
Silas only seems to care about his familiar cat Teekl, of whom he is very defensive as it is a gift from his mother. However, he is not above insulting Teekl during one of his tantrums. Despite their disagreements, it would appear Silas does have a genuine affection for Teekl, considering her more than just his familiar.
Powers and Abilities[]
His only weakness is his cat, Teekl. There's a link between Teekl and Silas, and the further Teekl is, the weaker Silas gets.
Powers[]
- Magical Abilities: he can cast spells on his foes to transform and neutralise them, or blasting them with energy balls and giant spheres of destruction. Silas can easily dispel binding magic cast on himself. Silas can perform nearly any type of magic, including offensive, defensive, and reality-warping spells.
- He attacks with fire balls of variable size, dragon shaped fire blasts, energy blasts and barrages of beams, among others.
- Silas possesses significant magical powers that allow him to manipulate reality, cast spells, and summon various monsters.
- Summoning destructive energy blasts.
- Creating shields and barriers.
- Casting illusions to trick his enemies.
- Chaos Energy Manipulation
- He can use this energy to create physical psionic constructs (swords, maces, daggers, containment fields)
- Silas can channel raw chaotic energy, making his spells unpredictable and disruptive.
- Energy Blasts: Unstable projectiles that explode unpredictably, damaging enemies and the environment.
- Chaos Waves: A shockwave of energy that disorients everyone nearby, scrambling their senses or balance.
- Chaotic Fields: A localised zone where natural laws break down (gravity shifts, objects float, time slows).
- Reality Distortion
Silas’s magic can subtly or overtly bend reality, creating chaotic scenarios.
- Shifting Terrain: Making the ground ripple, turn into quicksand, or grow obstacles.
- Reality Glitches: Objects behave strangely (weapons melt, arrows fly backward).
- Curses
- Bad Luck Hex: Enemies experience misfortune, like stumbling, missing attacks, or their weapons malfunctioning.
- Emotional Burden: Amplifies negative emotions, causing despair or anger that affects decision-making.
- Magical Disruption: Cancels or scrambles enemy spells, causing them to backfire or misfire.
- Strength: While not typically depicted as physically strong compared to most other demigods, he can enhance his physical abilities through magic.
Abilities[]
- Intellect: Silas is quite intelligent, especially in matters of magic and the occult. He has a deep understanding of magical lore, which he often uses to his advantage.
- Cunning and Deviousness: He is known for his scheming nature and often employs manipulation and trickery to achieve his goals. His deviousness is a hallmark of his character, making him a formidable foe.
- He can communicate with Teekl and have conversations, although everyone else just hears Teekl meowing.
Quotes[]
"C'mon Teekl, let's boogie. Being here is worse than being trapped in that big, yellow pogostick."
Meow
"Bus, bus, you know I meant bus."
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"NO FAIR! NO FAIR! I DON’T LIKE THIS GAME ANYMORE!"
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"Oh, this is going to be delicious!"
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"Don't get pouty, I invented pouty" In a pouty and whiny voice.
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"Ha ha, I'm having fun. Zap him again, OR DUMP HIM OFF THE SIDE AND WATCH HIM SPLAT."
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Fights the Iris Cabin with magic finger guns while they try to block with rainbows during Capture the Flag
Silas: "Ooh, rainbow power."
Teekl: Meow
Silas: "I AM paying attention ya stupid cat"
Meow
Silas: "in case you haven't noticed I'm WINNING."
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Teekl gets hit in battle
Silas: "TEEKL. I can't BELIEVE you would assault a defenceless pussy cat."
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Child of Circe using backwards magic: "etativel mih ffo eht dnuorg" (levitate him off the ground)
Silas: "Baby magic. Fi ehs stnaw ot etativel os dab tel reh." (If she wants to levitate so bad let her)
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"Foolish mortal (Rachel Dare) I am chaos personified, I CANNOT. BE. CONSTIPATED!"
Teekl: Meow
"Yeah, yeah, contained. She knew I meant contained."
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"You would stwike a wittle boy?"
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"Ah, tangles."
Meow
"Tingles, tingles, they knew I meant tingles."
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"Sorry to split, losers, but I got other figs to fry."
Meow
"THEY KNOW WHAT I MEANT"