Died his first
death during a Viking raid on the Southern Coast. He wandered a bit,
finding his way to the desert, riding with one bandit band or another. Met
up with Kronos and Caspian and learned why he could not die. Then Methos
came along and they were Four and they rode. Silas became War, the avatar
of destruction, and had a wonderful time doing it. After the horsemen
disbanded, for reasons he cannot remember, Silas wandered the world
again. He lived in Romania for a time, in the wild lands, then moved to
America. Something drew him over the seas, though he does not know what
exactly, and he's been wandering ever since.
When separated from Kronos' influence, Silas is really a rather gentle
soul. He is not evil so much as he is easily led. He sees nothing wrong
with killing and taking because he is the stronger, but he does not delight
in pain and suffering for its own sake.
