Silas Lestrange wasn't always the well put together gentleman that he is now.

Actually, that's a complete lie. Because for this to be true, he at first would need to be well put together, which he is not. He'd also need to be a gentleman in some form, also something he is not. Because really, he's a master at weaving a tale about his life, so why wouldn't his biography start any differently? He would want the world to think that he was a very well off man, a man of honor and a man of wealth and pride. When really, you're more likely to find Silas falling out of a bar late at night, knuckles bloody from battling others drunkenly all night simply because he offended him. (You don't talk about a guy's mother in a poor light, it's just not something that you do.)

But to really understand him, you need to go back to the beginning. We don't need to wax poetic about how Silas was conceived, everyone knows how sex works and knows how a baby is born. No one is really reading biographies to know about the parents, they want to know about the man. And Silas, before he became a man, was a very troublesome boy. In that well, he wasn't the best at staying out of trouble. When he was young, Silas figured out how to read people. He learned how to take what they wanted and manipulate it into giving him something out if as well. He worked his teachers with such charm that he easily made it through schooling. Well, easily meaning that he had least graduated. That was at least something he could say that he did. He easily played both women and men, simply because he could. So it was no surprise that a young age, Silas was a master of cons, he was a man who was great with the slight of hand, and he was slowly turning into a petty criminal.

Growing up in Spain (look at that, a location! Biographies always need locations, don't they?), Silas was used to hanging out in the clubs with those who were considered undesirables, but he knew that they simply were just misunderstood. Silas made sure that if he was going to rebel, he was going to look and act the part. And what better way to do that then getting into fights, playing loud music, and diving into the world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll? Of course, his mother didn't actually approve of the way that Silas was acting, because in reality...his mother and father were well respected in Barcelona, and he needed to get his shit together.

(This, in most biographies of important celebrity type people, is the part where the reader finds out about some tragic backstory of the main subject, feeling bad and understanding their reasoning for acting out and rebelling against the norms of society. Only, you won't find that here. His parents were rich. He was well off. He rebelled because he wanted to, not because his parents didn't love him. They did, actually. They had a fantastic relationship, up until he moved away from Barcelona, Spain. He still writes actual handwritten letters to his father. His mother would share recipes with him and he'd send some new ones back to her. Not everyone who rebels has a 'hard life'. Silas certainly didn't.)

So he had to agree with his parents, he really needed to get his shit together. Rebelling was great fun and all, but he was hitting the part where he needed to make something of his life and it started to fade out, and Silas needed to figure out what he wanted to do in his life. Which, well he wanted to just have fun, have a lot of sex, and just do what he wanted to do, but you can't really make a living off of that. Conning people here and there gave him a thrill, but he had more fun when he was actually doing something right now and then. Which was weird, and he knew it. Helping an old lady cross the street shouldn't give him such a sense of fulfillment, he had an image to uphold. So maybe he volunteered at a soup kitchen now and then. Maybe he kept it a secret. Only he didn't, not really.

Perhaps one of Silas's biggest secrets was that he was rather good in school, and had gotten scholarships to attend any college he wanted to, and he had chosen University of Barcelona. So while we were detailing all about how Silas rebelled...he was really only doing that in his social life. His schooling, well that was going just fine, and he went to get his undergraduate in Medicine. Because really, Silas liked helping people. And that was his big secret; that underneath this rough exterior was a man who cared a hell of a lot about the well being of others.

He finished his undergraduate when he was 22, and started an internship before he was able to get into medical school, learning the ropes the best he could before anything else started. Of course, this is where the actual tragic part of his backstory comes in, because Silas found himself in a car accident months before he was to enter medical school. He was in a medically induced coma for two months while doctors tried to fix him the best that they could, but when Silas finally came to, it was to find that not only was their nerve damage to his hands, where he needed to have surgery to fix them -- but it didn't matter. One of his hands, his left hand, needed to be amputated. He would need time to not only learn to walk fully again due to the damage in his legs from the crash, but to learn how to use a new prosthetic hand.

Silas's dreams of being a doctor were over in an instant. It devastated him, of course, but he tried to channel his energy into getting himself better, and getting himself a new change of view. Which meant he needed to get out of Barcelona. As much as he loved being around his family, he needed something new and so after writing relatives in Miami, Florida in the United States of America, he decided to live with them. He enrolled in the University of Miami and went into Psychology. He couldn't be a surgeon anymore like he wanted, but he could at least try to help people.

Finishing his second degree when he was 26, he decided it was time for a new change and Silas moved out of Miami and changed course completely, heading to Boston, Massachusetts, where he enrolled in Boston University and got his Masters in Psychology. From there, he got fully licensed and started to work as a psychiatrist out of a local hospital, while he worked on getting his PHD.

Of course though, being an academic sort of man didn't mean he didn't get into all sorts of trouble still, and he's still prone to getting into fights and other things along the way of his life. He's still way too hot tempered (He gets that from his mother) and he's too quick to get into mayhem and maybe he's not the best to give advice when he really needs to but, well, he tries.

And he really does try. He had never expected or thought of himself to be a relationship person, but that was exactly what he found happening when he met Lainey. She was stunning, she was beautiful, she was smart and funny and completely threw him for a loop. For their friendship to go from just friends to something more faster than he could blink was a bit fast for him, but he didn't regret it. He grew into things with Lainey, and even found himself very quickly falling in love with her. Of course, they had their issues.

One of the biggest issues that he found they had was them both losing their time and memories, and then not exactly knowing what was going on. It was when Silas started getting emails from a “Stephen Strange” and powers from the other man that Silas thought he was losing his mind completely. Lainey...well she had the same. She had powers to read his mind, and to do other things, and when he didn't believe her and she proved it, he lashed out due to being scared. It wasn't his best moment...and it caused a giant riff between him and his girlfriend.

So color him surprised when he woke up one day to find he was not only in bed with her, but married to her as well. And they were still strugglin to make things work; Silas knew he loved Lainey, but everything about what they were going through confused and scared him, and he wasn't sure how to react. With an actual ceremony set to have with their friends, Silas got the coldest of feet. He ended up telling Lainey he needed time to find himself, to figure out what was going on and to try to become the man that she deserved. And so, with that, he left.

In the months that followed, Silas traveled home to Barcelona, Spain, where he promptly was hit in the head by his mother when she realized he was no longer with Lainey. He wrote countless letters to Lainey that he never got the guts to send -- letters of what he was doing, letters of love and adoration, letters of longing and just how much he had missed her. Most importantly, was a letter acknowledging finally what they had gone through, how they had both been so wrong about missing time and yet so right at the same time.

And it was when he finished that letter that he found himself with the full thoughts and memories of Stephen Strange, in the middle of nowhere in Spain. It took a while for Silas to come to terms with things, and to come to terms with everything that Stephen had to offer in terms of knowledge and magic. The two would work together and learn from each other, both of them realizing they were men who longed to have it all and didn't know how to hold onto it once they had it. Silas knew he hadn't reacted well, and he needed to try to find Lainey again.

The problem was, he had no idea where she was in the world, if not Boston. And something in him was pulling him towards a new location. It was there that he headed, in search of a new beginning, and hoping just maybe his happy ending would show up there as well, and start to forgive him. Or, at least, talk to him. He'd start with talking. That was always a good start. Eventually, maybe he'd give her all the letters he had written too.

But first, he had to start a new life, and get settled. And with Stephen with him every step of the way, somehow Silas knew he had the strength to do it-- with or without magical influences.