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powerhungry) wrote2025-05-21 05:50 pm
powerhungry) wrote2025-05-21 05:50 pm
SALTBURNT | au.
SILCO
ποΈ THE MAJORDOMO ποΈ
- For as long as anyone can remember, Silco has served as steward and head butler of the Balfour house, ensuring that everything remains running smoothly and that the family's every need is met. And if he resents them for their incompetence, well. That's for him to know, and for you to (never) find out. As for what you've been up to β all the dirty little secrets you've whispered to the house's walls β rest assured, he knows. He'll even enable them, if you ask very nicely.
BACKSTORY:
Nobody knows where Silco came from β just that he appeared on the doorstep one day, beginning as a servant and footman before working his way up to the head of the household.
Some would say he's the perfect butler β seemingly impossible to ruffle, discreet, and deft when it comes to the matter of hiring and training staff. Whatever the Balfours wants, he knows how to get, a courtesy that extends to the house's guests to varying degrees (depending on one's proximity to Jonty and Portia, and on Silco's personal opinion). He's unfailingly polite, but a(n un)lucky few have caught him on poorer days. He may just be staff, but he still isn't a man to be taken lightly.
Some would say he's the perfect butler β seemingly impossible to ruffle, discreet, and deft when it comes to the matter of hiring and training staff. Whatever the Balfours wants, he knows how to get, a courtesy that extends to the house's guests to varying degrees (depending on one's proximity to Jonty and Portia, and on Silco's personal opinion). He's unfailingly polite, but a(n un)lucky few have caught him on poorer days. He may just be staff, but he still isn't a man to be taken lightly.
RUMORS:
ποΈ He was involved in drug and weapons trafficking prior to coming to the house. Well, maybe not that exactly, but something illegal. How else do you explain that scar over his eye?
ποΈ That he seems to be completely immune to the debauched nature of the house has to do with a lost love. He won't talk about it in any explicit terms, but catch him at the right moment and in the right light, and that faraway look in his eye is unmistakeable.
ποΈ Rumor has it his chest is covered in bullet scars. All he says, when asked if they really exist, is, "I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me."
ποΈ He gauges guests ahead of time as to whether or not he'll need to wear an eyepatch to ensure their comfort. If he decides he has to, well. The service isn't worse, but you may notice it's a little colder.
ποΈ Some time ago, a guest lamented the lack of a pool room. The next day, Silco showed them to a pool room adjoining one of the second floor libraries. Everyone swears it hadn't been there before.
ποΈ He knows every secret there is. The only reason he hasn't been taken care of is because he knows exactly what each secret is worth, down to the penny, and knows no one's rich enough to pay the price.
ποΈ A fatal "accident" befell a guest some odd years ago, leaving another guest's hands bloody. Silco was the one who convinced the coroners it was a suicide.
ποΈ The only times he's ever been seen to shed a tear are during his eye injections, which he administers himself. Otherwise, there's never been anything to suggest he's even capable of crying.
ποΈ A servant once forgot one of the forks in a place setting. She was gone the next day.
ποΈ Which makes it all the stranger that, despite how knife's-edge neat he is in matters of etiquette, there's only one guest he doesn't send a maid to correct when she uses the wrong fork at the dinner table.
ποΈ Wherever Alicent is in the house, if she calls, Silco will arrive within 30 seconds.
ποΈ The place he was born doesn't exist anymore. Saltburnt is his only home.
ποΈ That he seems to be completely immune to the debauched nature of the house has to do with a lost love. He won't talk about it in any explicit terms, but catch him at the right moment and in the right light, and that faraway look in his eye is unmistakeable.
ποΈ Rumor has it his chest is covered in bullet scars. All he says, when asked if they really exist, is, "I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me."
ποΈ He gauges guests ahead of time as to whether or not he'll need to wear an eyepatch to ensure their comfort. If he decides he has to, well. The service isn't worse, but you may notice it's a little colder.
ποΈ Some time ago, a guest lamented the lack of a pool room. The next day, Silco showed them to a pool room adjoining one of the second floor libraries. Everyone swears it hadn't been there before.
ποΈ He knows every secret there is. The only reason he hasn't been taken care of is because he knows exactly what each secret is worth, down to the penny, and knows no one's rich enough to pay the price.
ποΈ A fatal "accident" befell a guest some odd years ago, leaving another guest's hands bloody. Silco was the one who convinced the coroners it was a suicide.
ποΈ The only times he's ever been seen to shed a tear are during his eye injections, which he administers himself. Otherwise, there's never been anything to suggest he's even capable of crying.
ποΈ A servant once forgot one of the forks in a place setting. She was gone the next day.
ποΈ Which makes it all the stranger that, despite how knife's-edge neat he is in matters of etiquette, there's only one guest he doesn't send a maid to correct when she uses the wrong fork at the dinner table.
ποΈ Wherever Alicent is in the house, if she calls, Silco will arrive within 30 seconds.
ποΈ The place he was born doesn't exist anymore. Saltburnt is his only home.
IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS:
ALICENT HIGHTOWER: The work wife. Heβs been caught staring before.
HENRY WRIGHT: A guest; a fellow enjoyer of the occasional cigar and fine whiskey.
JAKE SERESIN: A guest; intriguing enough that Silco has set aside a room for his periodic poker nights.
POWDER JONES: A guest; a nuisance, or so he says.
SANJI ATREIDES: Staff; the chef.
MIA CORVERE: Staff; a maid.
NATALIE SCATORCCIO: Staff; a maid.
HENRY WRIGHT: A guest; a fellow enjoyer of the occasional cigar and fine whiskey.
JAKE SERESIN: A guest; intriguing enough that Silco has set aside a room for his periodic poker nights.
POWDER JONES: A guest; a nuisance, or so he says.
SANJI ATREIDES: Staff; the chef.
MIA CORVERE: Staff; a maid.
NATALIE SCATORCCIO: Staff; a maid.
OTHER NOTES:
ποΈ Could draw a flawless blueprint of the entire house from memory. How does he get those rooms to move?
VISUALS:
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