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Addition in 2024.

I stand by all of these still.

Silco Headcanons Masterlist-

I’ve seen some of these takes from other people before, some I have not. I needed to ramble out my collection of Silco thoughts. Enjoy some of my slushie-rotted Silco brain.

I will most likely update with takes and maybe doodles... create an archive -idk how tumblr works anymore. Let me know what you think, or if you have any musings for me to respond to.

His Face

Feeling - to him, it feels numb in places - their are expanses of the left side of his face with very little sensation. The nerve damage the infection caused was devastating. When you watch him speak, you notice how little the left side of his face emotes, compared to his right.

He absentmindedly traces his hands along his face when thinking alone. He got into the habit of doing that while his face healed to make sure nothing was out of place, and to sooth himself when he realized he was losing sensation.

His makeup is custom to him. It’s made in a Piltover apothecary. He’s only visited the shoppe once, to match the formula to his skin and to describe his skin’s needs to the chemist. He appreciates the care and the discretion of the owner and the fact that the formula has never wavered; his makeup is refilled and delivered monthly, he pays a generous retainer. Not only is it perfectly crafted to match his skin tone, it is slightly medicated and anti-microbial. It soothes dryness and provides a protective barrier to his damaged skin.

Silco does have additional salves and creams he uses fairly regularly in his morning routines (when he has the time).

The make-up routine is a daily must. It’s calming and meditative - before particularly important meetings it provides a sense of strength, as though putting on “war-paint”

Taste & Smell - he definitely lost a lot his sense of smell and subsequently, taste along with the nerve damage. He eats to live rather than living to eat. It’s certainly more of a chore now than a pleasure. When he was first dealing with the changes, he’d over salt his food. He eventually nixed that habit in favor of well spiced, verging on spicy food (as he gained wealth and could afford to do so).

He has a sweet tooth. Doesn’t indulge too often, but he loves things on the sweet and tart side. One of the few things he can “fully taste” are strawberries. Give this poor man strawberries. (He doesn’t even care that much for the taste, it’s just novel that he CAN taste it)

Definitely has bad breath - particularly terrible morning breath. 1. He tends to sleep on his back because of his eye, so he usually sleeps mouth agape, waking with horrible dry mouth. 2. The cigars, oh the cigars. 3. Add a black coffee to the mix and its a terrible nightmare.

He’s been called out by his boundary-less adopted daughter many times for it. Usually when she bounds in to plop herself on his desk. Though it started out as disgusted, childish bluntness, it’s turned into genuine care and looking out as Jinx has gotten older.

There’s a signal now where she just gently taps her lower lip while lightly furrowing her brows.

He has since devoted more time to caring for his mouth and teeth, so the reminders are definitely not as frequent. He deeply appreciates Jinx’s honesty, even though it does occasionally bring a twinge of embarrassment.

His poor eye. All pain radiates from behind his eye. There is always a persistent low tone of chronic pain that Silco has learned to live with.

The pain builds throughout the day until he reaches his mid-day injection. He has tried to maintain his need to twice a day. Holding the line, knowing that once he succumbs to three, there is no going back. He misses the time where it was only once a day. He’s losing ground.

He barely anticipates the needle now, (the idea of it all was so ghoulish at first) but the pain and shock of the Shimmer is what turns his stomach now.

He can’t contain the shivers as the adrenaline hits his system. It’s so invasive and exhausting. He was once able to do it without so much as shudder before, making it difficult to accept this vulnerability now.

He appreciates the comfort of Jinx when she is able to help him. She is the only person he even allows to see him take the injection. He used to do it in front of Sevika, but she has now since been phased out.

He is fearful of the degradation, but would never speak the concern out loud. He knows he is on borrowed time.

His left eye doesn’t close. His lids were lost to the infection.

The biggest adjustment of the infection was learning to sleep with a protective patch fastened to his face. It was miserable at first. He welcomes it now, just another misfortune of the circumstance he has come to live with. He can, however sleep without it.

He has some vision in the obsidian eye. It’s clouded and distorted. As he healed he gained vision back slowly, the distortion made him nauseous, like he was seasick. He has since become desensitized.

There are more gaps in his vision now as he’s aged and as the injections became more frequent. His good eye has degraded with age as well, as it does for most people. He is nearsighted. Doesn't want to commit to glasses.

His depth perception was terrible as he healed from the initial infection, though he has learned to compensate over the years. He was embarrassingly clumsy as he healed.

Habits

Back in his revolutionary days, he’d roll his own cigarettes. He’s been addicted for decades and doesn’t care to stop. “It's no worse than the air in the mines…”, he justifies.

Though his tastes has evolved with his wealth and status, he still likes to roll his own “emergency” cigarettes and he keeps them in a neat gilded box. They’re immaculate. He’ll offer them to his entourage when they’re out on jobs.

He is a fair boss. Though he is ruthless, and demanding, he garners respect and loyalty. Compensates well and generally has decent report with his inner sanctum.

They know not to get to comfortable, though. He will make spectacular shows of force when called for.

Despite his anxieties over loyalty, the turnover rate is fairly low. Until Jinx became more… prolific, in her work.

Silco isn’t a huge reader. He has a decent library, and is well read, but doesn’t have a lot of time for it nowadays. The strain of examining reports is already too taxing on his good eye for additional, leisurely reads.

Likes when Jinx reads to him, though. “What are you learning about, tell me.” He'll often implore.

Even though her tastes are incredibly, and understandably, different than his, he enjoys it. Silco will let her read anything to him.

When he was a boy, he loved telling stories, listening to stories and imagining the worlds described in them. He liked to draw a little too, when he could. He would entertain his friends through his youth, and regales Jinx (or anyone who would listen) even now, on occasion.

Especially after a drink or two.

Weather the tales were fiction or autobiographical, people would tend to hang on his every word. He finds comfort in getting lost in his own stories.

Night showers. To remove the day before entering his bed.

His bedroom is sacred. No one is generally permitted there. (emergencies not withholding). Sevika has had to rouse him on more than one occasion.

Even Jinx has learned as she's grown up to let the man be in his room.

(When she first moved in with Silco, he made it a point to stay with her in her room when she needed comfort. He never encouraged her to seek him out.)

(Doesn't me she didn't try.)

(He'd often carry her back to her own bed and then sleep in the chair next to her. He's an excellent chair sleeper-more on that later)

He's barely in his room anyway, so it's not like its super hard allow him that time.

Behaviors & Anecdotes

He prefers top-line verbal reports versus written ones, though he expects both. Prattling and meandering stories about business are taxing and are one of the fastest ways to push his temper. Sevika and others have learned to speak concisely when reporting.

It's partially because he simply doesn't have the attention span, mental storage or interest for unneeded information.

He prioritizes important details and makes it his business, though. He never forgets a name and always remembers a face. Nothing will get past him. He is sharp, knowing, and direct.

He only tolerates Jinx in regards to entertaining seemingly unnecessary platitudes in her reporting. Something about the uninhibited joy behind her story-telling makes the details much more interesting.

Because the details are important to her, they're important to him.

He has at least three knives in rotation on his person at any time. He has favorites, and values balance and maneuverability to aesthetics. He has different types for different hiding spots on his body.

Though Silco is ever the utilitarian, it doesn’t mean he will not indulge in purchasing a beautiful knife every now and again.

If you look at his hands, they are sprinkled with old scars from when he was learning to wield them as a boy. - Always his weapon of choice.

Hangry. He gets so hangry. Usually pushing meals for as long as he can out of necessity for time. “Please sir, just eat thi-“, “Please stop trying to feed me, I am not a child.” - Silco will never admit he feels so much better after a snack. Everyone else notices his mood shift IMMEDIATELY, though.

Wide birth before dinner time.

He has relied on Sevika and Jinx in the past to workshop his colognes, as he has a hard time with the nuances. Generally the best he can do is “that's good” or “that's awful”. There were many blunt takes from Jinx until they landed on the “right one”. Sevika would try not to giggle in front of him when Jinx had a particularly ruthless hot take. “She said it, not me.”

Office chair naps and couch naps. He'll occasionally doze off in his chair, or if he's feeling especially exhausted, curl up on his sofa. He generally has the wherewithal to tell Sevika that he "doesn't want to be disturbed" when he needs to rest.

But there has been a few times when she or others have walked in and were greeted by a lulled and lucid black and orange eye, boring into them, as their slack-jawed, basically unconscious boss, snored.

It's definitely spooked people on more than one occasion.

He's generally a light sleeper, but has had to adapt to the constant thrum of the club below him. He can sleep through anything when hes truly exhausted. Usually naps are when he sleeps the deepest and hardest.

Bed Knife. He has at least one.

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