DISCLAIMER:
Not affiliated with the real Park Hae Soo. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the product of author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
ABOUTName. Silvius Sinclair Damiani
Place of Birth. London, United Kingdom
Date of Birth. November 15th 1982
Gender. Cis-male
Height/Weight. 182 cm/78 kg
Occupation. Mercenary Businessman
Temperament. Choleric
Language. English, Spanish, Korean, Japanese
| Name | Unknown |
| Aliases | Jang Si Hoo, Victor Jang, Julio Reyes, Saito Yoshiro |
| Place, Date of Birth | Unknown (presumably South Korea), 1980-1981 |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6'0 (182.88 cm) |
| Weight | 172 lbs (78 kg) |
| Nationality | Unknown, presumably Venezuelan |
| Other info | Diagnosed with ASPD, has arsonist tendencies |
| Last sighting | 2018; California, USA |
SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS.If you have any informations concerning this person, please contact your local FBI officer or the nearest American Embassy or Consulate.
ARREST AND SENTENCING INFO
| DATE | INSTITUTION | CHARGE AND DESCRIPTION | TERM |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2015 | CSP-LAC | ASSAULT AGAINST POLICE OFFICER | 1Y 0M 0D |
| 2010 | CSP-LAC | EXTORTION | 3Y 6M 0D |
| 2007 | CSP-LAC | GRAND THEFT OF FIREARM | 2Y 0M 0D |
FINGERPRINTS
THE BOOGEYMAN IS MORE THAN JUST A FOLKLORE.
His memory is hazy at best.At some point of his life, he saw the glimmer of Seoul's nightlife grew dim when Caracas' violent bustle took over his sight. He was an illegal immigrant, worth only $4000 because he was a boy and illiterate, but he possessed enough strength and wits that he was soon be trusted with an automatic rifle. At 12, he knew how to disarm a police officer but not speaking proper Spanish and writing.It just got hazier after that. Perhaps it was the permanent damage to his brain, whatever his doctors spoke of in a hush-hush, or the violence that simmered in his blood, but he remembered less and less during his younger years and not once had he got a clear memory of what he had done in a night out. There was an itch in his teeth that only dissipated when he returned with less people to worry about and more money to feed himself with.Petare was a hell, even for someone like him who believed in God as much as he believed in aliens. Yet, where there should be a rush of anger at the slaps landing on his cheeks, there was none. For every punch to his stomach, he retaliated no more. In the eye of other people, he craved punishment but really, what he truly needed was a pain in order for him to feel alive. There was an empty void inside his chest, and not even the most gruesome act to the living could make it disappear. He was no more than an empty husk that possessed no soul. Only money could make him feel a thrill of happiness, or something similar, and since then, he made money his lifelong goal.Over the course of his life, he learned to fill the endless void behind his ribcage. He knew how to lie through his teeth, and his words were venomous. He knew the exact motion he needed to replicate to make people quiver with fear, and he drank them like a morning coffee. He taught himself two ways of smiling: slow like liquid molasses that caused a woman to blush and all teeth that caused even a police officer to frown in wariness. He taught himself to pitch his voice low and made himself sound warm. He taught himself to fit into a society that didn't understand violence. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, he was always ready to pounce, fangs and claws ready to strike.
HE LIVES INSIDE YOU.
TRIVIA
(only shared to writers, not to their characters)
Silvius Sinclair is not his real name. Due to the head trauma he experienced when he was a child, he couldn't remember his real name.
His Spanish name is Julio Reyes, courtesy of the couple he lived with in the slum
He ran away from Dulce Nombre de Jesús de Petare (Caracas, Venezuela) when he was 18 (1999) (through visa fraud and forging fake identity) and lived in Los Angeles, California until 2017 under the name of Victor Jang/Jang Si Hoo.
He equates himself to a chameleon; he knows how to fake an accent, mimic someone else's mannerisms, and blend into the crowds unnoticed. His current look is not how he looked like in the past because he had undergone several plastic surgery.
Despite his placid characteristic, Silvius is prone to passive-aggressive remarks and many had considered him rude solely due to the way he speaks (and jokes).
He isn't one to assault people (or resort to violence in any means) unprompted but where money is concerned, everything flies out of the window. Every crime he had committed was in the name of money and his targets had always been the same: the wealthy and corrupt people.
However, he enjoys scaring people on purpose. The thrill it causes gives him a sense of twisted joy.
He moved to Indonesia in early 2020, hence his poor Indonesian. He relies on Atlas whenever he has to interact with the locals.
He speaks English with heavy British accent on a daily basis, but his Spanish accent slips from time to time.
He is asexual and aromantic. It's not like he couldn't get it up; he doesn't feel any desire when it comes to a human being. He also experiences difficulty in getting intimate with other people.
WRITING PROMPTS
NIGHTCRAWLERIt's late at night and there's a long road ahead of you. You grab the nearest person to keep you company during your walk and that person happens to be me. But why does the uneasiness persist? (Any age, F).
HUMAN GPSI always keep a neutral expression even during a crisis but this time, my mask slips. Nothing is worse than getting lost in a foreign country which language I don't speak. Thankfully, you're there to save me. (Any gender, any age)
FAMILIARI swear we don't know each other but you act as if we're more than just a pair of strangers, and you insist that my name isn't Silvius. But hey, maybe playing dumb has its merits too. (Any gender, any age)
STALKER?You live in a prestigious neighborhood in Jakarta. The first time you see me, you barely pay attention. But you keep seeing me around the area for the second, third, fourth, fifth time, even on odd hours, and you start growing suspicious. Where is the security guards when you need them? (Any gender, any age)
BAD RECOGNIZES BADWe witness each other committing our crimes and I hate the smug twist of your lips whenever you make an escape. I don't care if I'm being dramatic but I feel like I need to one-up you in some ways. (Crime!OCs, any gender, any age)