Here's a repost plus a bit more
Background for Silas Blackwell WIP
Nothing really matters to Silas anymore. Not after he found out that he has some kind of incurable diseases that is slowly causing his heart to fail, and that every treatment has faield to even slow down. It isn't a fast disease, but that's even worse in his books, since he wants to be alive when he dies. Who gives a heck if dying in your sleep was more peaceful, he'd much rather be aware of his moment of death. Silas has always been a serous, dour dwarf, not out of stereotype, but because professionalisim matters to him, and that lfie is something that needs to be taken seriously, blast it! Knowing that he is dying has only reinforced that, and he is determined to go out as a true professional.
Silas was born in London, not at the gutter level, but his parents weren't really anybody either, and not as Silas. When it was found out that he was awakened his family suddenly got a lot more attention, and pretty soon Silas was going through school on a scholarship from an A-rated English corps specializing in the market of Reagents and other magical artifacts. Silas graduated school, and sarted working as a specialist for the corp. His main job was retrieving artifacts from anywhere, wether undiscovered sights, private collections, etc. etc., through whichever means the corp required. Then the corp accidentally got the attention of a bigger fish, and reading the writing on the wall, Silas jumped ship before he got his head chewed off and stuck in the proverbial wood chipper. He fled into the shadows, having a hacker erase all traces of his exsistence from the corps computers, then killed the hacker. He's been operating as Silas for close to twelve years now, and only found out about his disease a year ago.
