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name Sylvester Hoffmann
age, dob 37, August 8th 1851
pronouns He/him
occupation Journalist, former army lieutenant
sexuality Gay
age, dob 37, August 8th 1851
pronouns He/him
occupation Journalist, former army lieutenant
sexuality Gay
Every time he pulls the trigger, it's for William.
Sylvester didn't harbour any dreams of becoming an assassin, and officially it's not in his job description either, he's a journalist at one of Denmark's most prominent newspapers, but he was military trained before pursuing that career and your hands never forget how to load a revolver - just as your heart never forgets who the bastards were that killed the man you love. It won't let you.
Sylvester didn't harbour any dreams of becoming an assassin, and officially it's not in his job description either, he's a journalist at one of Denmark's most prominent newspapers, but he was military trained before pursuing that career and your hands never forget how to load a revolver - just as your heart never forgets who the bastards were that killed the man you love. It won't let you.
+ history
Having grown up in a military family, Sylvester was destined to join the army like his father had before him, and his father, and his father, too. He didn't think life could be any different and didn't nurse any great ambitions for himself, that is, until he met William.
William was from a middleclass merchant family and went into politics early on, it was during these early years, while William was the secretary for so and so and Sylvester was a lieutenant at the Citadel in Copenhagen that they met, incidentally at a rally during election time. It was love at first sight. And secret, of course, from the get-go.
Still, they held on for years, they held on after William reluctantly married the daughter of his political mentor, Katja Jammerskov, to further his career, they held on as he advanced and Sylvester left the military to become a journalist, working freelance, feeding William any and every piece of info that might help him along as he climbed the ladder in parliament.
They were inseparable. And they were unstoppable.
Or so they thought.
But somewhere, someone suspected and on a dark winter night, three years ago, a rogue police officer attacked William in his own home, murdered him and ran away with some of his wife's jewellery to make it look like a robbery. Sylvester knew what it was, of course, it was a crime of hatred, because William was weeks away from proposing a change to the legislation forbidding homosexual relations in Denmark, but now that bill went down the drain.
Sylvester attended the funeral, how could he not, but he was a no one in the crowd. No one there knew of their relationship and if they did, they'd say it had seen its natural end.
That was when Sylvester found his old service weapons, polished them up, prepared them, dug until he found the murderer in question and killed him in cold blood. Though, only after making him give up the name of who had hired him for the job. Then, Sylvester went after that man, too, and three men after him, all leading him on the trail of a high-ranking politician who had orchestrated the murder. Now his only mission was to get to that man, track him down even if it killed him. As long as he put a bullet through his head first.
For William.
In the newspapers, they call Sylvester the Shadow now, in lieu of his real name, still unknown to them; the man leaving a trail of blood throughout Copenhagen. Because no one ever sees him, but he follows them all at a heel.
William was from a middleclass merchant family and went into politics early on, it was during these early years, while William was the secretary for so and so and Sylvester was a lieutenant at the Citadel in Copenhagen that they met, incidentally at a rally during election time. It was love at first sight. And secret, of course, from the get-go.
Still, they held on for years, they held on after William reluctantly married the daughter of his political mentor, Katja Jammerskov, to further his career, they held on as he advanced and Sylvester left the military to become a journalist, working freelance, feeding William any and every piece of info that might help him along as he climbed the ladder in parliament.
They were inseparable. And they were unstoppable.
Or so they thought.
But somewhere, someone suspected and on a dark winter night, three years ago, a rogue police officer attacked William in his own home, murdered him and ran away with some of his wife's jewellery to make it look like a robbery. Sylvester knew what it was, of course, it was a crime of hatred, because William was weeks away from proposing a change to the legislation forbidding homosexual relations in Denmark, but now that bill went down the drain.
Sylvester attended the funeral, how could he not, but he was a no one in the crowd. No one there knew of their relationship and if they did, they'd say it had seen its natural end.
That was when Sylvester found his old service weapons, polished them up, prepared them, dug until he found the murderer in question and killed him in cold blood. Though, only after making him give up the name of who had hired him for the job. Then, Sylvester went after that man, too, and three men after him, all leading him on the trail of a high-ranking politician who had orchestrated the murder. Now his only mission was to get to that man, track him down even if it killed him. As long as he put a bullet through his head first.
For William.
In the newspapers, they call Sylvester the Shadow now, in lieu of his real name, still unknown to them; the man leaving a trail of blood throughout Copenhagen. Because no one ever sees him, but he follows them all at a heel.
+ personality
good-humoured
down-to-earth
hardworking
focused
sensible
sociable
relentless
cold-blooded
vengeful
player: S . timezone: CET/CEST . pb: MIZU NATSUKI
