Personal Message
"Just because we really want something and beg for it on our knees, it doesn't mean that we will get it. The Gods of Fate don't look down upon us favorably and grant our wishes freely simply because we desire it. They've learned their lesson the hard way from doting on those who took advantage of their kindness."
Silas adjusted his son on his knee, pausing for a thoughtful moment before, again, breaking the eerie silence of the night. His tone came out austere. More stern, truer.
"But that doesn't mean we should tolerate the fact that we may never get what we yearn for the most. You see, Noah, most of the things worth having are the things worth fighting for. If we want something enough with every ounce of blood and soul in us, we ought to fight for them until our very last breath. And I mean, really fight. Barge through the homes, the gates of the Gods of Fate and put up a fight. Use every last pull of strength and will left in your body to fight for what you want and show them. If you find yourself torn apart at their feet and if they still refuse you. Bang pots and pans. Scream. Shout. Yell. Cry. Take a hold of their attention in any way you can and make them see that what you've really been wanting is actually what you need the most to go on living in this twisted hell of a world. And maybe then, they might just notice you and be reminded that it takes a great amount of courage to love anything enough to make yourself appear a fool for."
Silas adjusted his son on his knee, pausing for a thoughtful moment before, again, breaking the eerie silence of the night. His tone came out austere. More stern, truer.
"But that doesn't mean we should tolerate the fact that we may never get what we yearn for the most. You see, Noah, most of the things worth having are the things worth fighting for. If we want something enough with every ounce of blood and soul in us, we ought to fight for them until our very last breath. And I mean, really fight. Barge through the homes, the gates of the Gods of Fate and put up a fight. Use every last pull of strength and will left in your body to fight for what you want and show them. If you find yourself torn apart at their feet and if they still refuse you. Bang pots and pans. Scream. Shout. Yell. Cry. Take a hold of their attention in any way you can and make them see that what you've really been wanting is actually what you need the most to go on living in this twisted hell of a world. And maybe then, they might just notice you and be reminded that it takes a great amount of courage to love anything enough to make yourself appear a fool for."
Description
| BIRTH NAME | SILAS JOON CIARÁN |
| AGE | 29 |
| BIRTHDATE | MARCH 31, 1997 |
| ETHNICITY | KOREAN, IRISH-HUNGARIAN |
| BLOOD STATUS | HALF-BLOOD |
| OCCUPATION | AUROR |
| WAND TYPE | CHERRY WOOD, UNICORN HAIR CORE, 10 INCHES, RIGID FLEXIBILITY |
| PATRONUS | WHITE SWAN |
tattoos
red string — left ring finger
oak tree branch — right forearm (wrap-around)
moon — left inner elbow
eagle — left side ribcage/back
seam line — straight down spine, from base of neck to upper tailbone
