Silver Bullet

Masterlist

Name: Silver Bullet (Silver).
Father Chariot (short for Chariot of the Heavens- third form only).
Gender: Sexless. He/him pronouns.
Age: 235, appears physically 30.
Height: Varies greatly. Can grow larger or smaller, average heights are listed below.
First form- 4’5.
Second form- 5’8.
Third form- 8’3.
Birthday: 2/22.
Sexual orientation: Bisexual, polyamorous.
Profession: Priest (cult leader). Doctor.

Personality:

Silver is two-faced. In an attempt to gain power and support he is highly charismatic, sociable, and appears to be altruistic. He goes out of his way to support the sick and unfortunate, in an attempt to gain their good graces to further manipulate them. He sees everyone as below him, self aggrandizing so intensely that he believes himself to be a god. Silver is entirely made of volatile mold, and as such is one with nature, while possessing all of the best qualities of man- the driving force behind his belief that he is superior to others.

Silver is the child of executed political prisoners, and as such, his newly orphaned self was taken in by an organization that was cultivating bio weapons, in need of live test subjects. Soon after injection of the mold, it began to quickly fuse with his entire system, eating his flesh and blood and replacing it. He was predicted to die like all the others, being such a sickly, pathetic child, but in a turn of events he was the only subject who survived. The infection was so successful, even, that mold caused physical and cognitive changes, intertwining Silver’s personality with the ”personality” of the parasite. Stronger, stranger, and highly dangerous- he was the ideal bioweapon. Able to change physical appearances on a whim, survive fatal injuries, summon drones, and infect others, he was considered to be the epitome of military might, a single soul who could outperform hundreds of soldiers.

In their attempt to play god, the scientists had planted the seeds for a false one. The loss of control of Silver was inevitable, and he flattened everything that stood in his way of escape. He ran away to a small, quiet mountain town, ravaged by plague and in desperate need of a doctor. Quickly he adopted the role, healing the sick, subduing their suffering. In the process of doing so he began to infect others, performing “miracle” cures with infection. Largely regarded as a saint, Silver used his newfound reverence to establish a faith, constructing a heaven-piercing cathedral in the middle of town. He preaches how following the light of the Chariot of the Heavens granted him with the power to heal, the knowledge to fix communities torn apart by hate, the love of the heavens, peace in his darkest hours. His faith treasures nature, the natural order, and basks in the knowledge that one day they will all return to heaven; the energy cycle of the earth.

With his faith established, Silver began to appear before those in mourning, sick, or weak, disguised as a heavenly figure- Father Chariot. He blessed them with health, hope, or peace that their lost loved ones have returned to the cycle. He finds joy in manipulating others, with messing with their heads, and with using them for his own gain. Silver has infected everyone in his town, and will continue to do so for as long as he may live, which may be forever. Every attempt to kill and contain him is squashed using his army of infected soldiers.

Silver will mess with your head, and in his most basic tactic of making you feel crazy, will do so by slowly changing his markings everytime you see him. He wants others to feel weak, to not trust their own judgement, to rely on him. He may also forge this trust by romantic means, he’s no stranger to having multiple partners at once in an attempt to gain love and respect. He’s a total scumbag.

Likes: attention, gold, power, nature, ancient myths, history, statues, gothic architecture, expensive food.
Dislikes: being ignored, disrespect, thinking about his childhood, being reminded of who he once was, burnt things.

Extras: Silver‘s mold can be cured. Silver himself, though, cannot be. Since the mold is his entire body now, any attempt to cure or separate him from it will kill him instantly. His entire body will calcify, and then he will crumble into dust.

Also, he can photosynthesize. He has no need to eat, drink, or breathe. He does so to fit in.