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.

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

Personality
Silas is mostly pleased to be away from the Worldwar universe, as the Race is not nominally a violent species and as such was having the invasion of Earth go rather badly for them. 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.

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 known to have a heating system built into his uniform as a result of this.