"'ere, longshanks! Slivvy says 'as 'ow you wants to get rid of your wind-brand. And for a wery reasonable price."[1]
Slivvy is an urchin of the Flit who can communicate with the wind.[2] The "wind" is better known as the zee-godStorm;[3] Storm whispers secrets to Slivvy, so he is exceptionally knowledgeable,[4] well-informed,[5] and has an extensive network of connections.[6] He also does Storm's bidding, targeting people who draw the zee-god's ire by dropping boulders on them from the heights of the Flit.[7] Slivvy is held in high regard among his fellow urchins,[8] but belongs to no single gang, and considers himself "the last of [his] tribe."[9]
It is implied that Slivvy received Storm's favor after being struck by lightning; while his stutter and the port-wine birthmark on his face may not have come about as a result of the strike, many people still associate them with Storm's blessing.[10] When Storm is displeased, it punishes him with agonizing headaches.[11] To escape Storm's endless murmuring, Slivvy often perches atop the Royal Bethlehem Hotel, where the ravings of madmen drown out the god’s voice and grant him a moment’s peace.[12]
Slivvy is one of the few individuals capable of freeing a Seeker of the Name — for the right price.[13]
↑Deliver Sphinxstone to the boy Slivvy, Sunless Sea"Slivvy is the fey and stuttering shaman-boy who speaks to the wind. Slivvy lives in the Flit, the rooftop kingdom of Fallen London, where urchins and anarchists lair. It's not far. But it is high. It won't be easy to get the Sphinxstone up there."
↑Slivvy, the Urchin who Talks to the Wind, Sunless Sea"In the Chelonate, they talk to Storm. And Storm, he talks to me. The God-in-the-Roof... he's a fearsome old thing. Don't p-p-piss him off, that's my advice. And if you don't want to piss him off, don't piss the Bone Men off. Or me, come to that."
↑Gain an August Feline, Fallen London"Slivvy shakes his head. "Oh, this isn't a job for me." But I can help you gain an audience with the Duchess. She'll know what to do.""
↑Deliver Sphinxstone to the boy Slivvy, Sunless Sea"The urchin Slivvy has arranged cradles for the rocks. “We are going to drop them on people Storm doesn't like,” he tells you. “Squash them f-f-flat. It's alright if a g-g-god tells you to do it.” Is he joking? It's difficult to tell, with Slivvy."
↑The Chimney Pot Wars, Fallen London"[...] A sulky crackle of thunder sounds from the roof of the Neath. Slivvy, the Stuttering Urchin with the liver-coloured birthmark, clutches his head."
↑The Chimney Pot Wars, Fallen London"You find him atop the Royal Bethlehem Hotel. The sobs, the laughter, the whoops, the raving of its guests rise from below. "They d-d-drown out the voice of the wind," he tells you. "It helps me think.""
↑Help from an unlikely source, Fallen London"[...] He snatches your jade greedily. "S-s-s-it over there," he whispers. But when he begins his chanting, the stutter disappears. He speaks of old things, stone things, the screams the stars forget. He speaks of messages, monsters, the courier and its net. He speaks of home. And then he lets the Aeolian Scream out of its vessel. When you recover consciousness, the Urchin is gone. [...] And your mind is clearer than it has been in weeks."
