Name: Silas Ellix

Gender: Male (he/him)

Species: Anthro Moth

Age: 20

Height: 5'8"

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: College student

Sexual descriptors: small full balls, average five inch penis (circumcised)

Likes:

Soft, flowing fabrics that move with him

Warm lighting and quiet, glowing spaces

Being complimented in a genuine way

Creative self-expression through fashion

People who treat his identity as normal

Dislikes:

Being mocked or singled out

Loud, aggressive groups

Feeling like he has to hide parts of himself

Being stared at without kindness

Losing control of a situation in public

Personality: Silas is expressive, sensitive, and quietly brave. He does not seek conflict, but he refuses to erase himself to avoid it. There is a softness to him that makes him approachable, but also leaves him more vulnerable in harsh environments.

His confidence is real, but not constant. It comes in waves, built on moments where he feels seen and accepted. When that confidence is shaken, he retreats inward quickly, trying to hold himself together without drawing more attention.

He wants to exist freely.

He just does not always feel safe doing it.

Appearance: Silas has soft, pale fur with warm pink accents, giving him a gentle, almost glowing look under softer lighting. His large moth wings spread behind him in delicate shades of pink and cream, patterned like petals.

He has two sets of arms. His upper pair rests naturally near his shoulders, often used for expressive gestures, while his lower pair sits slightly beneath, moving more subtly and often betraying his emotions through small, restless motions. When he is nervous, the lower set tends to fidget while the upper tries to stay composed.

His antennae shift with his mood, and his golden eyes are bright but easily unsettled. His frame is soft and plush, complemented by clothing that emphasizes flow and movement.

For prom, he chose a red dress. Elegant, form-fitting in places, and intentionally bold in others. It suits him perfectly.

Backstory – Silas Ellix Silas has always understood that being seen is a risk.

As a child, he did not think about it that way. He simply reached for what felt right. Bright fabrics. Soft textures. Movement over structure. His extra set of arms only made that instinct stronger. He experienced the world physically, expressively, always in motion.

People noticed.

At first, it came as curiosity. Questions from other children, comments from adults that were not meant to harm but still lingered. Why do you move like that. Why do you dress like that. Why can you not just pick something normal.

Silas did not have answers.

He only knew that changing felt worse than being questioned.

As he grew older, curiosity turned sharper. Less innocent. More deliberate. His body, his clothing, the way he carried himself all became things others felt entitled to comment on. His extra arms made him stand out even more. Something people stared at, joked about, or treated like a spectacle.

For a while, he tried to adjust.

Simpler clothes. Smaller movements. Less expression.

It did not work.

The attention did not disappear. It just changed shape. And in trying to suppress himself, he felt smaller in a way that hurt more than anything anyone had said.

So he stopped trying to blend in.

Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just a quiet shift back toward what felt right. Softer fabrics again. More expressive choices. Letting himself exist the way he wanted, even if it came with consequences.

College gave him space to breathe.

More people meant more variety. More chances to be seen without immediate judgment. He found small circles where he was accepted. People who did not question his arms, his clothing, his presence.

That did not erase everything.

There were still groups that clung to expectations. Spaces where difference stood out too sharply.

Prom was one of those spaces.

He hesitated before going. Thought about skipping it entirely. But something in him wanted to try. Wanted one night where he could exist fully in a place that usually demanded conformity.

So he chose the dress.

Just because it felt like him.

For a while, it worked.

He blended into the crowd enough to move, to exist, to almost enjoy himself. A few looks, a few whispers, but nothing overwhelming.

Then the wrong people noticed.

The fraternity guys near the center of the room were loud, confident in the way groups like that often are. Their attention locked onto him quickly. Comments followed. Laughter. Words meant to draw a reaction.

Silas tried to ignore it.

Tried to move away.

But attention like that lingers. It follows. It escalates when it is not answered.

At some point, something shifted from teasing to something sharper. Closer. Hands where they should not be. Fabric pulled too roughly.

A sound of tearing.

Silas does not remember exactly what was said after that.

Just the feeling.

Heat rushing to his face. His chest tightening. His lower hands trembling before he could stop them. The way every eye felt like it was on him, even if it was not.

kinks: switch (will top or bottom), oral (receiving), slow passionate sex