"You know Silas isn't even his real name, right?" Julian scoffed, his adoptive brother had always had ideas above his station, read far too many of those damnable comic books, convinced he was destined for something greater than a street rat from The Shitts. He monitored Postie before continuing, taking in their confused reaction before a thin, mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "He used to be boring old Andrew. Andy Pandy."

[Started up a new Cyberpunk/Dystopian type world set in the UK, for a silly little side-project I have going on. Poor Silas. He's very righteous, but he does get the proverbial piss taken out of him frequently by other characters!]