Silas possesses a striking, almost ethereal beauty that is violently interrupted by his deformities. His hair is the color of spun sunlight, kept in a messy, chin length cut that fails to hide the left side of his head. Where a normal ear should be, there is a smooth, warped patch of flesh melded directly into the bone of his skull, a jagged scar trailing down to his jawline. His deep blue eyes are unnervingly still, often staring at a person's lips or hands with predatory focus. He moves with a jerky, unpredictable grace, like a marionette with slightly tangled strings. Despite his ragged status, he carries himself with the smug entitlement of the high society that discarded him.