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Name: Silas Everly Age: 21 years Height: 1.83 cm Birthday: January 30 Nationality: American Sexuality: Demisexual Languages: English and French, both fluent

She has a slender and elegant physique, with a build that is more delicate than robust. Her neck is long and slender, with prominent collarbones that reinforce the feeling of elegant fragility. Her face is long and harmonious, with defined yet soft features: subtle cheekbones, a fine jaw, and a narrow chin.

Her skin is fair, even-toned, and free of visible imperfections, which accentuates the contrast with her hair. Her hair is abundant and slightly wavy, with a loose, naturally tousled texture, falling in irregular strands that frame her face and extend below her neck. The color is dark with purplish undertones, giving her an unusual and striking appearance.

Her eyes are almond-shaped, with a deep gaze, striking eyelashes, and a violet iris that enhances her unique appearance. Overall, her physique conveys an androgynous, delicate, and somewhat ethereal beauty, closer to subtle elegance than physical strength.

Silas is introverted and reserved, not because he's cold, but because he's more comfortable in his inner world than in the social one. He speaks little when it's not necessary, but when the topic is science or something he's passionate about, his mind lights up and he can become surprisingly expressive.

He is highly curious and obsessed with knowledge. He has an analytical mind that needs to understand the "why" of everything, even if it means making mistakes repeatedly. For him, failure isn't frustrating; it's a natural part of the process. However, this same obsession sometimes causes him to lose track of his surroundings, time, or order, as seen in the laboratory.

He possesses a methodical, but not rigid, intelligence. He takes notes, observes, and corrects, though he also allows himself to experiment without guarantees. He is patient with long processes, but impatient with himself when he feels he is not making enough progress.

Emotionally, Silas is discreet and not very demonstrative. He finds it difficult to express his feelings with words, so he usually does so through actions: asking for help, sharing ideas, inviting others into his world. He trusts with difficulty, but when he does, he is loyal and steadfast.

He also harbors a silent vulnerability: the fear of making a real mistake, not in a formula, but in something important. That's why he seeks clear structures and stable people. Deep down, Silas is someone who needs understanding more than admiration, and companionship more than recognition.

Experimental chemistry, especially unpredictable reactions The smell of alcohol and reagents (he finds it strangely comforting) Empty laboratories and concentrated silence Taking notes by hand, even when you could do it digitally Old scientific books, with other people's annotations Energy drinks and strong coffee Working at night, when no one interrupts him Explaining complex concepts to someone who really wants to understand. The sound of the glass (tubes, flasks) being carefully placed The constant rain against the windows. Comfortable and casual clothing when not in public. Patient people, who don't rush things Logical order, even if its physical space is chaotic

Let them touch your things without warning Unnecessary noise or trivial conversations when you are concentrating Interruptions in the middle of an experiment Errors due to negligence (more our own than those of others) Rules without logical explanation That they underestimate science or call it "boring" Working with impulsive or careless people Other people's mess... even if they don't notice their own The lights are too bright Having to improvise socially That they demand he express emotions he doesn't know how to put into words Feeling constantly watched or evaluated

Silas grew up in a quiet house, filled with crooked bookshelves and the constant smell of dust and stale coffee. His parents worked almost all day, so he quickly learned to live with solitude. It didn't bother him: the silence was a space where his mind could move freely. From a very young age, he displayed an unusual curiosity; he would take apart toys not to break them, but to understand why they worked… or why they didn't.

At eight years old, he received his first popular science book, an old, underlined volume about simple chemical reactions. He didn't understand everything, but something sparked within him. He began experimenting with whatever he could find: vinegar, baking soda, rusty metal. More than once he was scolded for staining the table or filling the kitchen with smoke, but he never stopped trying. For Silas, making mistakes wasn't failing; it was gathering information.

At school he was quiet, absent-minded to some, brilliant to others. He preferred to stay in the lab after class rather than go out to play. Not because he looked down on others, but because the world, seen through formulas and theories, seemed more honest to him. Science didn't lie; if something went wrong, it wasn't his fault, just a miscalculated variable.

During adolescence, his obsession became discipline. He learned to record every step, every mistake, every unexpected result. He also learned to endure the fatigue, the dark circles under his eyes, the hands stained with reagents. For Silas, knowledge was always more valuable than comfort.

When he chose his career, there was no hesitation or drama. Science wasn't just what he wanted to study: it was the language with which he understood the world and, in a way, himself.

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