Silas

Silas is an agent in the Department of Floaters.

Backstory
Silas (originally Sllaz) hails from the Worldwar continuum, an alternate history story in which World War II was interrupted by an alien invasion by a species known as The Race (or the Lizards, to humanity). Silas was part of that invasion, but was captured by the British as they retreated from Cairo and was then entrusted to the Secret Intelligence Service, who hoped to get technological information out of him. While in their care, his "handler", Lieutenant Charlton Perry, taught him some English and basic information about humanity, and the two eventually became close friends.

Silas was discovered by Techno-Dann after an incident with a malfunctioning Remote Activator, and after he and Lt. Perry helped the DoSAT agent remove an emerging Mary-Sue cropping up in the fic, Dann opted to recruit Silas to the PPC, since he had no further role to play in the story.

Silas technically has no last name, due to the Race's societal conventions not focusing on familial relationships. He has been known to write his name as "Silas Taucett", a reference to his homeworld of Tau Ceti 2, but officially he lacks a surname.

Appearance
Silas is 4'10"- somewhat tall for the Race- and weighs 113 pounds. He resembles a bipedal, brown-and-olive mottled lizard, about the size and build of a ten-year-old, with eyes mounted similarly to a chameleon's and a short, stubby tail. Though of slightly stronger-than-average build for the Race, in comparison to human physiology he is somewhat weak.

Personality
Silas is pleased to be away from the Worldwar universe, as the invasion of Earth was going very bad for the Race (though there's no denying he misses his friend, Lt. Perry). Mostly, he is happy with his lot, though he's always willing to gripe about his problems if given the chance. He is known for being extremely courteous to and obedient of superiors (such as the Flowers), which is something that is deeply ingrained into the Race's culture. While his time in captivity with the British and his subsequent stint in Agent Training have taught him a good number of common human mannerisms, there are some things he simply cannot do due to his physiology (such as smile, or for that matter show much expression at all with his face), so Silas still keeps a number of Race mannerisms that aren't immediately intuitive.

Due to their physiology, the males of the Race have no inherent sex drive and as such the Race's culture takes a very casual attitude towards sex and reproduction. Though Silas has been as thoroughly educated in the nuances of such things as anyone who has gone through Agent training, some of the finer aspects are still lost on him from time to time, and he may not properly understand risque or other sexual humor. In return, however, he is much harder to squick due to his rather clinical attitude towards the nastier aspects of fanfic.

Other
Under no conditions should Silas ever be fed ginger; the spice acts as a potent narcotic to the Race and readily becomes addictive. Silas himself doesn't appear to be aware of this, however.

While known to be warm-blooded to an extent, the Race hail from desert worlds and despise temperatures anywhere below what humans would find stiflingly hot. Silas is currently trying to pressure DoSAT into fixing an electric heating system into his uniform to help remedy this.

Back Issues
Issue One, Part One- Silas' first mission, in which the grammar and punctuation are worse opponents than the Sue. Concluded in Part Two.

Issue Two- In which tempers flare and prose is purple, and our heroes tackle a Digiverse angst/romance songfic.

Issue Three, Part One- In which advice is given, canons are killed, and the target goes on and on and on... Concluded in Part Two.

Issue Four- In which time flies, ships shrink, and the story boldly goes nowhere.