born with horns.

BIOGRAPHY.

Loud and rowdy, that’s how most of their neighbours would describe the Cody family from Portland, Oregon. They were only ever supposed to be a family of six and when their fourth son was born Ethan and Claire mutually decided that they were finished. That was until Jack, the eldest, was diagnosed with Leukaemia at the age of 8. Their optimism began to falter with every post treatment check up and each ensuing set back that followed, heartbreak coming to a culmination when he needed a bone marrow transplant at age 10 and there was no match within the brood. After two years of what felt like an endless battle, with options dissipating, they decided to try and expand their family one more time and conceive a savior sibling through IVF.

Silas Cody was born thirteen months later.

For all the effort that went into bringing him into the world, by the time he turned four, the Codys were back to being a family of six and the once loud and lively household seemed to still in the aftermath of Jack’s passing. He has few memories of his eldest brother, just snippets of stories that were gradually retold on holidays and birthdays, though the topic continues to be an open wound among the family.

For most of his childhood he felt like he was carrying the weight of his dead brother, as though he was occupying a place in his family that was never supposed to be for him. To him, his parents seemed perpetually tired, like they had nothing left to give. His brothers were close knit, a fortress of three that he was on the outside of.

Then at the age of 11 his family grew again, but in a new way. He found himself with another brother in the shape of Ricky Murdock, but one that had come into his life via a moving truck and conversations through the garden fence rather than the traditional way. They became fast friends, their closeness only growing over the years as the distance between him and his blood increased.

His parents disinterest in his life continued throughout high school and the only reprieve seemed to be when Silas announced his intention to forgo college and move to California with Ricky and their mutual friend Andrew to chase their band ambitions. It was as though he saw his father wake up for the first time, in a way that loud jam sessions in the garage and years of attention seeking behaviour hadn’t achieved.

Eventually, he agreed to go as his last attempt at gaining his parents affection.

He lasted a half of a semester. It hadn’t been his intention to be a college drop out, but after a tense Thanksgiving and Christmas with his family, that ended in a blazing argument where words were shared that could never be taken back, Silas took his future into his own hands and uprooted his life with the little money had saved.

Moving states wasn’t enough distance between him and his kin, he needed to put a border between them, which is how he found himself saying goodbye to his two best friends who were still L.A. bound. He drifted for a few months, moving city to city until he eventually found himself in Philadeliphia at 19 years old.

It wasn’t long before he fell into the wrong crowd, the kind that knew fast ways to make money with high risks a footnote that was rarely spoken about. The lifestyle fit him like a glove instantly, no schedule to adhere to, just a where and a when of where he had to supply.

At 20 he met James Mitchell, who became a regular customer and a regular fixture on his mind. Falling for her was like dealing for him – it was about all that made sense for him. That lasted all of five years before they both found themselves sat in front of blue lights with bricks of cocaine in trunk, starring down the barrel at the ruin of both their lives. In a split second decision, Silas had decided the both of them going down for it would be a waste, so he took the blame for it and insisted once he was under arrest that she had only been present because he forced her to be.

By the time his trial was over, he was sentenced to 7 years in jail for drug trafficking and for having said he had used the threat of violence to get James in the car with him. He was given parole in June 2022 and after a week of nomadic travel and being conflicted he decided he had no intentions of being anywhere but Philly.

PERSONALITY.

+ loyal, self-sufficient, resourceful. 

- vengeful, emotionally distant, immature. 

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

he’s bisexual.

has been back in town for roughly 6 months

very good bass player, was in several garage bands throughout high school. initially only picked it up to be obnoxious and annoy his parents but he has a natural apt for it 

tried to get #FREESILAS trending while he was in prison, it did not work and he ended up getting into shit for being caught with a phone 

did not stop him from going semi-viral on prisontok for his prison hooch step by step recipe that his cellmate filmed for him 

little bit of a gym addict because working out was his main source of structure in jail and he hasn’t quite figured out how to shake that 

has lost of how many tattoos he has, some have meaning, others are stick and pokes from when he was bored

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

ex-boyfriend of @jamesmitchel

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

some bros: he’s a boys boy through and through, so a couple of close buds from before he was jailed would be hella. he’s the type to provide an alibi on a moment’s notice without asking any q’s. he thinks that’s true loyalty (questionable at best SGHJSK) 

people who actually visited him in prison regularly: the real ones!!! 

fellow delinquents: anyone shady that he rolls with, could be positive or negative, let’s go 

folks he deals to: self-explanatory

prison pen pal: someone who he was writing with and hasn’t actually met in person yet til now? imagine. contents of letters can be headcannoned!  

childhood friends from portland: would love this, can be heavily plotted 

former cellmate/anyone he’s known from prison: its a super specific shared experience so that could be very fun to explore 

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / folks he’s been close to since he first moved to vancouver at 18 / childhood friends from portland / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his twenties / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

large snake – wrapping around his left forearm with the head finishing on his left hand. 

1991 – on his abs just below his pecks, @jamesmitchel birth year.

‘why not?’ – just below his right v-line. 

a rose – beside the crease of his index finger and thumb of his left hand. commemorating his 2 week post prison bender with @chefraleigh.

D-I-C-E –  tattooed on his fingers from index to pinky on his left hand dice is the name he uses for dealing. loves to keep that ring finger bent to his palm so he’s throwing up a D-I-E, signature picture pose.

‘bulletproof’ – back of his right hand where it meets his wrist.

‘k’ – right wrist, matches the q tattoo @jamesmitchel has.

large geometric lion – on the inside of his right bicep for his dead brother jack who was a leo. 

skull in a panama hat – left pec. previously hatless but he had the panama added as a tribute to his best friend jasper and their misadventures.

large cannabis leaf – front of his left knee. 

large realistic red knife slash wound – on the left side of his chest, just below his heart. got it 17 when his mother told him the wrong son died to signify that she ripped his heart out. 

503 – top of his left arm. oregon area code. 

hands reaching out from the gates of hell – covering the entire back of his neck to the bottom of his hairline. 

eye in the centre of a spider web – front of his right knee. 

wall of text – near his right ribs. paragraphed collection of various texts @jamesmitchel sent him that he never wanted to lose pre-prison. only legible if he lets you close enough to read them. 

large compass dripping down his spine with red watercolors – his says ‘no-one, nowhere’ in typescript where reference pic says wanderlust.

feather – right shoulder. he doesn’t remember much of his paternal grandmother but she always said falling features brought luck and that stuck with him. 

LUCK in black lettering changed to FUCK! (F + ! in red lettering) – right pec. the red was done in the time that elapsed between his arrest and being sent to prison. he thought it was funny. 

stick and poke knife tattoo – just above the scar on his right shoulder blade from where he was stabbed during his second year in prison. he wanted it to look like he was being stabbed again but his cellmate wasn’t very artistically inclined. he’s glad he doesn’t have to look at it much. 

anarchist symbol on red brick wall – on his stomach. 

dragon – covers most of his right hand.

‘strange boy’ – just above his left heel.

oscar the grouch – inside of his right thigh. got called trash once and said bet. 

forked lightning strike – left ribs.

falling man – just below his left elbow.

born with horns – side of his right forearm. gets drunk and tells people it says born horny.

ak-47 – side of his right calf.

‘dead man walking’ – left shoulder blade. 

skeleton giving two middle fingers – back of his left calf. he likes to be permanently flipping people off when wearing shorts. 

1990 – just above his right foot.

skeleton climbing out of a coffin to do coke – back of his left thigh. 

‘SMOKE WEED DRINK BEER STAY HIGH DON’T THINK’ in black lettering with D, I and E specifically in red – left hip.

a pair of lips – left collarbone. an impression of @jamesmitchel