John Silverarrow was a silent guy from his very childhood. Rather a Sigma male. He followed rules just to be safe. And if the rule was against his conviction he was never hesitant to bend or break it a bit.
From his childhood he was well versed with the way of the Silverarrows' world views. He had no problem with obeying some norms and rules. Yet, there were a few, like the physical brawls or actively bullying the weaklings inside the bloodline or disparaging the outcasts in their family tree, he disliked them. But halfheartedly participated in them as an adolescent. But he quickly recognised that once he would be a young hunk and hunted a bunch deers and wolves, he would be revered in the family. Then he could enjoy his popularity like an alpha male or enjoy his solitude loving character or could keep a balance in them both.
When he became fifteen, he helped a few girls in his school in their homeworks. They used to visit his house. John's parents liked this manly attitude of John. Then it was all natural. He proposed a few girls and they allowed him to have physical relationships with them. Their parents were very proud of him. When he was only seventeen, he dated several girls of nineteen, his seniors and made three senior girls pregnant. It made a big fuss in the local newspaper and social media. People blamed the school system and bla bla. But John's father buyed every blamer with money, gifts, promises or threatening. But John's father could have stopped those news mongers from the very beginning, but know he also wanted some badboy aura for his son.
His parents were so proud that they threw a party inviting all the Silverarrows near and dear and distant to them. Some Silverarrows from France and Slovenia came to meet him and shake his hands. He was more popular than Harry Potter in his wizarding world. That party lasted a week and he slept with thirty three adult girls - all his cousin sisters or his cousin brothers' girlfriends or their girlfriends' lady friends or sisters. He couldn't even remember their names, faces or smell or softness. He was a productivity machine.
He was surprised that even six of his uncles sent their sweet daughters to his room. And two of his distant uncles sent their wives and mistresses as they did not have any daughter to offer him. He ploughed and ploughed. His parents were getting happier and happier - as if they would burst in pride. His father gifted him this very mansion where he was dwelling with his solitude. His uncle Ronald gifted him a chateau in France.
Later he got the news that two virgin girls with whom he had physical relationship this party weeks and never had any close relationship with any other man, became pregnant. His parents swelled in pride. When he became a father, he was only eighteen years old. That was a rookie number one must think, but when he was eighteen he became the father of thirty six children - six boys and thirty girls. His father gifted him his first car a BMW.