Silas Rhodes's Questionnaire

Leiper’s Fork, Tennessee, population 651. Nestled in the rolling hills where whisky and moonshine flow strong as the creek the town is named for.  Far enough from the law to do as you please and close enough to take a day trip to Nashville. The trailer Silas lives in was owned by his great grandfather, and still bears the same wood panel walls adorned with tacky cuckoo clocks that have long since broken. The front porch is also in disrepair, only because Silas can’t be bothered. Several rusty project cars sit on the property. A detached garage built by great grandpa is where Silas spends most of his free time tinkering. 

Farm work. From feeding animals to shoveling shit, herding cattle and breeding horses. It’s hard work but it keeps the lights on. He started when he was ten. Working on the farm next door with his entire family from sunup to sundown. Somewhere along the way he was introduced to guns. He can shoot, repair, and source any gun you can think of. This is another stream of income buying, modding, and selling firearms. Every so often someone will come to the trailer looking for car parts or to get their vehicle fixed, which Silas does for a fair price. 

Freedom means the absolute world to Silas. The mere thought of rights being infringed makes his blood boil. Now the real ambition here is to ensure those fascists get what’s coming to them. Street justice. I’m sure there’s a manifesto shoved somewhere in the glovebox of his f-150, it’s apparent he cares so much about this particular thing. He doesn’t do it to be a hero, but he’s striving to take down these oppressive governments so people everywhere can live free. Silas has begun a small militia, but it doesn’t stop there, he definitely plans to expand said militia into the army that one day dissolves the American federal government and many, many others. So yeah, I’d say he’d kill for his ambition.

Silas has a past sprinkled with interesting stories. He was brought up in Leipers Fork Tennessee, where he learned the ins and outs of farmhandery alongside his nurturing grandpappy. His father on the other hand was a very strict man (when he was around) who enforced his rules under an iron fist. This never quite sat right with our man Silas. One day, when Silas was around 13, the old man run oft leaving the family behind, and as he later found out, became a police officer. Now Silas here knew the kind of man his father was and he would only become worse now that he had a gun and badge. Silas vowed to never trust the police and by extension the government. 

Grandpappy Silas Senior- an 80 something year old firecracker who by the sweat of his brow has maintained good physical health but does have somewhat declining mental status. He’s a tinkerer and he has no filter. This is the person he is closest to.

Mama Ida Jean- Silas’ mother. She was influential with her strong opinions and flashy outfits.

Brother Jedidiah Rhodes- Silas’ brother. He’s been his best friend since their days of running around at the creek but he’s gone now, traveling the world 

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