| Nickname(s) | The Setting Sun
| Title(s) | -
| Species | Human.
| Age | Twenty-Six
| Gender | Male
| Force Sensitivity | No
| Weight | 150 lbs.
| Physique | Toned.
| Eye Color | Dark Blue
| Hair Color | Dark Brown/Black
| Skin Color | Fair Skinned
| Face Claim | Ren Amaki, Rising of the Shield Hero
| Voice Claim | N/A
| Rank | Solar Centurion
| Association | The Golden Company, Thyrsus
| Status | Active
| Homeworld | Bengali
| Marriage Status | Single.
| Relations |
| Spouse | -
| Children | -
| Known Combat Skills |
Skilled swordsman
Cunning Strategist
Fleet-footed
| Strengths |
Unquestionable Loyalty: He is a Son of Thrysus, regardless of his birth. Even when faced with death, he would not betray a brother. He has the wounds to prove his tenacity.
Command: Even those who do not know his story know that he is dangerous. His retainers are committed to him utterly, and he rewards them well for it. He knows what it means to take good care of his own, and his Brothers-at-arms. He is an asset on any front, business or battle.
| Weaknesses |
Mute: During a campaign where he was captured and subjected to torture by the enemy, he bit off his own tongue rather than betray the Sun Guard. Now, he "speaks" through the hand gestures of Thyrsian Battlecant.
Shame: There are things about his past he does not openly discuss. He dyes his hair a darker color than whatever it was naturally, and is practically religious about the upkeep of the habit. Whatever the cause of this is, those who know his secret keep it hidden well- and those who do not, dare not ask.
| Personality |
Stoic | Proud | Fierce | Loyal | Vindictive
Silas was taken by the Golden Company during a bloody campaign through the Six Sisters. He grew up a slave in captivity, primarily earning his keep in combat. He distinguished himself through multiple, faithful years of service to rise and wear Gold and Black, and became endeared to the Thyrsians despite not sharing their heritage.
In a twist of fate while campaigning on a nearby world, Silas was captured and subjected to extreme torture and questioned about the location and tactics of his squad. Instead of submitting and giving up the information, the young man bit through his tongue and began to drown in his own blood.
Saved at the last minute by [member="Khonsu Amon"], the Thyrsian warrior stemmed the bleeding with the heat of his Force Pike and saved Silas from certain death. Upon learning the lengths that the lad went to in order to protect the Golden Company, Khonsu gladly put forth his name for commendation.
Without his voice, Silas became an adept in the use of Thyrsian Battlecant, a nonverbal form of battlefield communication only understood by the Golden Company and those closest to them. He studied laboriously to enhance his knowledge of the battlefield and trained tirelessly to ensure he would never again face the disgrace of capture, and indeed, become a worthy Sun Guard in his own right.
He marked the very first Non-Thyrsian elevated to the rank of Stellar Centurion.