Silas M. Schrodfer (Master)

German granpappy Enforcer who's mystic foundation lets him make illusions, twist memories, and trap souls. He's been hired by a group in the Clocktower to make sure that no one wins that would turn the wish against them, and to take out Sealing Designates while they're trapped on the island, bringing them home as ghosts. If he somehow survives the war he plans on handing the Family Crest to his Granddaughter, and using the payout to move to Fiji.

Appearance

A Short and Elegant Old Man

Role

Magus

Alignment

Lawful Evil

Residence

Abandoned Building

Skills

Vigilance, Stealth, Operating Electronics, First Aid

Magic Circuits

Normal Comp
D+ Quantity
A Quality

Command Spells

Eight ‘B Rank' Orderly oblong circles, resembling the orbit lines of planets.

Affinity/Origin

Wind Affinity
Action Origin (“Enable”)

Magecraft

Mystic Foundation.
B Rank Mystery
Age: Modern Era
Generation: Distinguished Clan
Depth: Mystical Concept
Coverage: Worldwide
Other: Clock Tower Education
Elemental, Spiritual Surgery, and Necromancy

The Schrodfer’s Foundation is based on the concept of Smoke and Mirrors, a plot element used in countless mystery stories that traps, reflects, and abstracts an ideal beyond any hope of recognition or orientation.

It’s said that the family’s founder was an illusionist so skilled he hid himself from the world, and simply vanished from reality without a trace. The family has been trying to replicate such skill ever since, hoping to refine it to the point of slipping their way to the Root. It also bears a talent for trapping spirits of the dead, but the less said on that the better. It’s crude, even if it lets them drag Sealing Designates back dead rather than alive.

Unique

Magic Crest (Free)
Mystic Eyes (Distortion)

Bio

Who watches the watchmen? No one. Not if the Schroders are doing their job properly. Nicknamed ‘Smokestacks’ by now forgotten associates at the clocktower, Silas’s family has built a reputation as ‘white glove’ Enforcers, useful for untangled more complex situations where a rogue Magus could threaten the Masquerade by intermingling with mundane infrastructure. A wise lord once said that the advancement of video technology would kill the Masquerade within five years. Fourteen years later, Schroder remains exceedingly proud of his own work, especially his recently-popularized invention (with help from his granddaughter), the “ARG”. His current mission is something less classy, however.

Silas has been hired to infiltrate this Grail War and remove ‘problematic elements’. This wasn’t a decision made with unanimous agreement, merely an independently minded circle of Clocktower elites who have determined that, firstly; the number of Sealing Designates participating is unacceptable, as they would no doubt use the Grail against the Clocktower, and secondly; that the general roster doesn’t favor the Clocktower’s interests. This has been the case with all previous Grail Wars of course, as no one particularly wants to see a founding family reclaim True Magic, but an astrologist among their ranks has returned with such troubling readings that they’ve become willing to pool funds on this joint venture.

Frankly, Silas himself is all but certain this mission is simply the Clocktower’s way of sending him off to “retirement”. Knowing as much as he does, and having already groomed two generations of worthy successors, he’s well aware they’d be eager to send him off, but earnestly grateful they’d give him such a grand last hurrah. The old man himself has a flair for the dramatic, obscuring Mystery by glamorizing it, turning chance sightings into publicity stunts from up and coming authors, even if didn’t know they were writing a book before meeting him. He calls it ‘the Masquerade of the future’, apparently inspired by dystopian novels.

Silas has considered himself a conscious constituent of the Clocktower as an institution for almost his entire life, with all that entails. Waxed poetically, the Clocktower has given him his life, and he’s happily fed it lives in return. It's only now, as it turns to take back what it gave him, that he's prepared to pull out. He'll do this one last job, then he'll pass on the mantle and find a warm place to rest.

Wish

The Root. What else?