Triton Silva ăăăŞăăłăťăˇăŤă´ăĄăăToriton Shiruva is a married nobleman of the Clover Kingdomâs house Silva, one of itâs royal families and was a former citizen of the Seabed temple. Once married to Acier Silva and father to Nozel, Nebra, Solid and Noelle. He was also a member of the Crimson Lion squad. Shortly after Noelleâs birth he ignored and abandoned the family for three decades before making a sudden reappearance.
Appearance
Triton is a large masculine, somewhat wrinkly old man. Back in his youth he had much curlier purple hair. Currently his hair tones to a darker purple as his grey roots grow in. Having a small curly bang in the middle, while the rest is swept back with several braids tied together by the Silva emblem. Accompanied by fu manchu moustache and a brett beard.
Triton wears similar clothes to all of his children: A loose fitting sea green coloured shirt with a high collar that is kept closed at the top by a gold band but is left open below to expose his collarbone. He also wears a brown colorer belt with a long skirt exposing thighs and legs with golden knee pads and sandals.
His royal robe is held together by golden circular circles with a Silva cross dangling below, above he has a flipped up collar with silva crosses shaped like birds feather. Consisting a long fur mantle, frilled panels that hang down below the hips. Tritonâs mantle also has an attached robe that is long enough to reach his feet.
Trivia
Nereida was named by Triton, after his father Nereus
Acier and Triton have been in an arranged marriage since Acier was 5 and Triton 10.
Triton came back to see raise his grandchildren and has shown no regrets of abandoning his children.
His Favourite things are: Being a grandfather, and salted oysterâs
Named after the greek mythology god, Triton god of calm waters & Calm seas, herald of Poseidon.
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Of course if you want to keep it a secret, but I would love to know of their reaction. They both seem like that one someone who cant be bothered to change their approach to certain things that they like. It's just interesting to me how much Haskel got from Nozel in terms of stubornes.
As much as Haskell refuses to believe so there are times weâre heâs too much like his father without noticing. It takes Haskell a long time to realize heâs just as stubborn as his father.
His entire life Haskell has been compared to his mother (who exiled herself) his looks, his charism, the ways he talks, everything about him so being told he acts like Nozel throws him off.
So I guess when itâs a late night and Haskell would come in and talk to him
I got a question. Not mama Silva this time. Haskel and Nozel. Have they experienced the other in a "deadly sick/bedridden" state? Like Nozel barging into Haskel's room at the HQ to find him on the floor barely touching the bed, clearly overworked. Or Haskel finishing giving the mission report and noticing his father is barely keeping up, maybe other sibs are closeby and Nozel refused to stay back and rest. If not, what would their reaction be to such discovery/catching the other mid faint?
No no no please I want to add more to the lore đ and plus always hearing from you is always a delight!!! Hope your doing well sunshine
But Iâd have to say youâre right on the money. Haskell did inherit Nozelâs stubbornness and as much as his stubbornness tells him he didnât and that just how he is, and to add on that platform, Haskell and Nozel are actually quite similar once you look past their demeanor. Nozel the serious, grumpy, yet cunning captain and Haskell the funny, flirtatious yet becoming vice captain. Theyâre really both boys who both lost their mother at the same age, and what Nozel did over to years to protect Haskell into becoming him he didnât let Haskell have a clear a view of what he was being protected from. ďżź
Bleh, I get carried away.
To answer your first ask as much as Haskell resents Nozel, he simply canât bring himself to hate him, because he in truth he truly is grateful that he didnât walk out on them. Though to end this unplanned paragraph on a high note; both Haskell and Nozel have developed a way so they wouldnât always be passing out every second.
Haskell manages public appearances such as a handing out commissions, tour new recruits, help them in need, trade offerings, etc. As well as handling House Silva affairs, to Nozel he believes this would be good training for when Haskell takes over House Silva
I donât believe if I mentioned this before but Nozel dosenât use nannies? He takes on his mother ways on how to raise children, so on so he believes that parents should raise their children because itâs theyâre responsibility, not other peoples. Nozel has a six year old son (IN HIS EARLY 50S OH MY-) and considering he never met his mother. He himself personally takes Regan most places with him, most of the time he just sits on his lap and draws, captains meetings or just in his office. So adding on how he manages the paperwork and would occasionally receive help from Solid and Nebra, I believe itâs good he has something to keep up his morale as he does work. ďżź
first preview of my own intake of Nozel in his early 50s (lmao yes heâs in his early 50s dealing with a 6 year old)
though I do have to comment Iâm really coming to terms with my own art style. Though anatomy can be a pain up the ass so instead I used another reference, expect me to use a lot of references in my art and iâm so sorry if you get bothered by it I just do reference art as a way to visualize my thoughts and considering Iâm a busy person, thatâs why i never tag referenced art âas my artâ
oh yeah now you can finally see why the clvoer citizens, and even the king himself believe Haskell is an adopted member of house Silva, in actuality he just inherited his motherâs genetics
AND FOR ONCE I DIDNT NEED A REFERENCE OR ANYTHING TO HELP ME OUT SO A WIN FOR ME WOHOOOO
and letâs say the sash wrapped around his waist seemingly he had some fashion help from a certain relative..đ
Also another part Haskell wears his robe, except he dosenât because uh- he looks shirtless without it on. Nozel absolutely despise his choice of clothing, and hand hardly believes that he has more gold on than silver
Donât ask why his robe symbol looks so well down i just got lazy
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To establish this first and foremost not so long after the exile of Nozelâs wife, Nozel felt ďżźdĂŠjĂ vu ďżźfrom his siblings, to his own children.
Haskell represents the bitter reaction that Solid and Nebra had to their motherâs death.
Nereida represents his own reaction by blaming themselves and developing an unhealthy mindset towards how family is raised
And Reagan represents Noelle. Both motherâs leaving there lives while theyâre still infants. As well as the spitting of theyâre mothers, thatâs right Regan is the spitting image of Nozelâs wife, just so Noelleâs the spitting image of Acier.
Taking this into account Nozel is thankful to these turn of events as he see this as second chance to do things better. Instead of blaming Regan for his motherâs disappearance he always reassured him that his feelings are valid, sometimes more valid than his. He often gives him more fatherly touch, as the mother touch is not there. Often he takes Regan to daily squad meetings, or heâll be drawing a picture for Nozel in his office. Nozel doesnât want to grow stronger in terms of magic, he wants to grow stronger as a father.
Hello~âşď¸ today Iâm taking some advice from @lyranova about writing separate pieces from separate characters from white clover and today Iâm here to serve you an angst piece about Haskell.
He felt his chest tighten, gripping his dolls hand. The sensation, those strange things we call emotions were screeching every drop of heartbreak spilling in the form of heavy tears. He opened to mouth to atleast say something, but nothing came out aloof breaths entering and exiting then the final blow. He screamed, every maid, every servant, every lord, lady, duchess and duke heard his scream.
His father, Nozel Silva stood in front of him, only pained to see his son cry and scream. In his arms he held a baby wrapped in an expensive cloth. That baby was his new born baby brother, except one thing didnât went according to plan.
His mother......his mother didnât walk out of the labor room like she did with him and his sister.
âWHERES MOMMY? WHERES MY MOMMY?! I WANT AN ANSWER I DEMAND AN ANSWER.â
Now approached Nozel he pulled his pants and shook his hips. The 14 year old Haskell, blonde neck length hair and bangs covering one eye. As a royal Nozel would condemn this as âinappropriateâ though he felt envious. Envious that he didnât have this type of reaction when his mother passed away, he continuedďżź to cradle the baby in his arms this aura he had swirling around him for some time. As much as he didnât want to look at Haskell in the eye he bent down a little to cup his cheek causing him to jerk his entire body back and look up to him.
âYour mother......and my lover.........did not pass however.â When he looked away thats when Haskell snapped.
âBY WHAT MEANS THE WORD HOWEVER CAME INTO THE EQUATION? I-I-.â Haskellâs voice grew more fracture. He landed on his knees to cry harder. Nozelâs heart was about to explode, his precious bundle of starlight tearing himself apart, oh what would she do to calm him down? What would his mother do in this situation?
Supporting the babies head he propped down on his knees to try and brush his bangs away.
âYour mother is still alive. Although she is leaving the family.â
ânot even a hug or kiss goodbye?â
âN-No.â
Haskell began to look at the ground again. Nozel was too losing his serenity.
âBut.â
Haskell peered up
âShe left this baby behind. T-To remember that is.â
Slowly getting back on his feet, similar to a newborn baby learning how to stand on its own for the first time.
âC-Can I?â
âOf course you can.â
Now crouching on one knee he carefully handed the baby over to him.
âHeâs very lite.â
âIndeed.â
After that a wave of silence flew between them.
pore over Nozel made an âahemâ noise.
âImagine if he were to have star magic like you. You could teach all various spells.â
A small smile claimed its way on his face. Though his attempt resulted in Haskell glaring at him. A small yawn came out of the baby, fluttering his eyes open, fixed on Haskell. Like that the baby started a small giggle, as if it was happy to see Haskell. Lowering his eyelids he open mouth to say.
âIâm tired.â
Handing the baby over back to his father he turned around to take his leave when his father spoke up.
âD-do you want me walk you back to your room.â The shake in Nozelâs voice the least of his issues.
âNo thank you, father.â
His pupils was soulless when he said that. His smile no longer there. The flush in his cheeks, gone. Nozel let a silent tear spill.
_._._._._.
âBig brother?!â
âBig brother wake up!!!!â
Opening an eye Haskell picked upon his little sister Nereida wearing her nightgown and messy pigtails. He shifted his attention to the grandfather clock.
âOnly 12 in the morning...?!â His mind thought.
âWhatâs the problem Nereida?â
âIâm struggling to sleep.â
âThatâs okay. Hop in.â Gesturing to sleep right besides him.
âI donât want that.â
âHuh?â
âFollow me!â
They were speaking high whispers, though they werenât sure whispering would do anything like this seeming how thick the walls are.
âLight a candle and follow me.â
Getting off his bed he used star magic to lit a candlestick before leaving the room with Nereida. The atmosphere was alluring, it felt good to go outside to what happened some hours ago.
some time passes to where they reached portrait of their mother.
âMother..â the whisper underneath his breath wasnât loud enough to echo through the the halls. Below the portrait was numerous blankets and pillows all in one messy pile. A tiny set of hands was calling home on top of a pillow. Coming closer Nereida had supposedly grabbed all the blankets and pillows she could scavenge.
âWhatâs the baby doing here?â
âYou see while father and you were having that conversation I sat in the corner of the hall, listening to it all. And if it doesnât matter ďżźhow about us three spend our first night together.â
His sister is far too thoughtful.....
Getting on his knees he found a good pillow to settle on then threw a blanket over the three. Closing his eyes he picked up on his sister with his hands together praying.
âDear mother please look over us. Please take care of me, Haskell, my new baby brother, Daddy, aunt Noelle, aunt Nebra, uncle Solid, uncle Zora, uncle Asta, and uncle Liebe. Thank you.â
Nereida swept her head around to only find Haskell have star-like tears about to fall. Lifting her finger up she cleared the tears and said with a smile.
âWeâre all going to be okay.â
Haskell pulled Nereida and the new sibling closer to his heart as they all slumber to what they gave them life, their mother.