Ooh, cool! Can I reserve Scorpio? :3
Name: Sylvia Edelstein
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual (Pansexual, even? She
did snog a door drunk, and if there was a token "mascot" character...)
Astrological Sign: Scorpio
Birthday: October 30
Magic: Water + Darkness = Mist
- Sylvia's dynamic battle style means that she tends fight offensively, and to shape her magic (whether Water or Darkness) into bladed weapons she could control or utilize herself in close combat or even use them to power up her fists and legs. This is of course, especially what she does whenever someone disarms her.
- Sylvia's water magic manifests as either very hot or very cold, never in between. Her water also only hurts and destroys, it never heals or restores. With it, Sylvia is able to create water out of thin air, allowing her to attack with water-powered punches, water-powered kicks, and create blades and weapons out of water. While she rarely uses torrents and blasts, she
does utilize them, just not commonly. Outside of weapons, punches and kicks, Sylvia's favored manifestation of her Water magic is the
maelstrom. She can surround herself with a personal one of her own that whirls so quickly while protecting her and allowing her to fight physically from within. She could also trap someone in a maelstrom of their own, hindering them (and perhaps even drowning the foolish) until it dissipates. Having power over water naturally makes her able to breathe in it as well.
- Sylvia's darkness magic allows her to hide in the shadows and attack unseen, fitting for her no holds barred and dirty tendencies in fighting. She also has the capability to shape the shadows into weapons and utilize them in battle, whether by controlling them, throwing them or by directly wielding them (she especially likes pissing off anyone who disarms her of her scythe by conjuring up her own shadow scythe). Similar to how her water magic works, she could also use shadow-powered punches and kicks. Unlike her water magic, which runs very hot or very cold, Sylvia's darkness only manifests as very cold to those who come in contact with it.
- When her powers combine, Sylvia creates a cold, dark mist that surrounds as well as clings onto her opponents, chills them to the bone and drains them of their energy, weakening them slowly as visibility goes down, rendering them less able to strike back. It also is capable of causing some weaker, smaller opponents to start
seeing things within it, though nobody truly knows whether Sylvia's mist really does have hallucinogenic properties or have tendencies similar to Fey magic...or whether the mist simply is just
that cold and dark that it consequently enfeebles the mental faculties of those who are particularly affected by its energy-sapping abilities.
Weapon: Scythe
Appearance:
Though rough around the edges and the furthest thing from elegant, it's hard to deny that Sylvia has striking looks. Perhaps not the kind of conventional, sweet summer beauty that most people prefer, but rather, the type that makes one look twice, to see if they missed something. She stands at 6'1" and has a lean yet muscular body type, with long legs, a toned torso, strong arms and very large breasts that she isn't shy about at all. Her skin is very light in tone, and her hair is dyed a deep blue color, with long bangs that cover the left side of her face. She usually wears it twisted and clipped up, its ends fanning out into spikes that crown her head. However, during the rare occasions that she lets it down, one could see that it's longer than it looks - nearly until her waist. If one flips up the fanned-out hair, they could see that she secures her hair with a large black hairclip adorned with a black velvet ribbon, its ends hanging down to the top of her neck. Don't try to ask what her natural hair color is - you most likely wouldn't get the truth (but it's actually a light strawberry color). Her striking icy blue eyes, surrounded by long, thick dark lashes, ringed underneath with faint black circles (due to lack of sleep...she hardly sleeps actually), and set on a rather angular face, look intimidating to most people, yet somehow also have the tendency to be expressive and at times even betray her emotions. Her eyebrows are of medium thickness with a strong arch and her nose is aquiline, reflecting her half-Jewish ancestry, and pierced on the right nostril with a dark metal hoop. She has more piercings in fact - one on her navel, and a whole line of them (about 5-6) going down each ear, in order to accommodate her many earrings. She has tattoos as well, all of them done in black ink; a tribal wolf at the base of her neck, barbed wire on her left arm, a stylized scorpion on her left hip, and a pair of skeletal dragon wings on her back. She also has a gang tattoo (or rather gang
tattoos) and rather than hide them, she actually shows them off - they're a set of four numbers, one on each of the fingers (except the thumb) of her left hand, just below her fingernails, which are usually painted black. As she's a smoker, her teeth aren't the nicest-looking. It's not rare to see Sylvia bruised and scratched on her face and body from fighting or brawling, and she doesn't bother hiding it when she does.
Sylvia favors the color black in just about everything she wears. She favors an edgy, subversive and dark style, and she has a taste for black leather, as well as spikes, chains, safety pins and dark, macabre motifs. She's not ashamed of her body either, and tends to wear revealing clothes often. She's especially weak for black leather jackets and black leather vests that have sharp spikes, chains and the dark, dangerous imagery that she loves. She
hates frilly "little girl" clothing or sophisticated "ladylike" clothing, however, and actively avoids them. Her top is a cropped black leather vest worn on its own as a shirt. This vest has gunmetal skull pins adorning it, as well as a buckle closure around her neck, and it comes down to her ribcage in length, exposing her toned abdomen, as well as some of her tattoos. She pairs this vest with a black belt with gunmetal spikes and a skull buckle, and tight-fitting shredded black leather pants with rips down both legs. For her shoes, she usually wears knee-high black steel-toed lace-up combat boots decorated with buckled belts that have gunmetal studs. On her hands, she wears black leather fingerless gloves, and on her head, she sometimes wears a black leather newsboy hat with a skull print. She has many other outfits of course, but generally, they are all black. Her tops tend to have rips, safety pins, dark imagery, some bondage elements or any combination of them, she favors short shorts, leather pants and the occasional miniskirt for bottoms (she
hates long, flowing skirts and dresses) and all her shoes are military, heavy metal or rock-inspired boots of some sort. She's also one who's bold enough to even wear a
bullet belt to class or out and about. As for jewelry, outside of her piercings, she tends to wear either a dark metal chain or a black leather choker around her neck. Sylvia is, unsurprisingly, not one who particularly enjoys dressing up for formal events.
Personality: Sylvia is strong-minded, intense, tempestuous and fearless. Growing up in poverty, living the life of a street criminal (with the tattoos to prove it), and having had a stint in prison on top of that, she already knew from a young age that life would never be easy and that she might as well face everything head on and muscle her way through instead of running away from her problems. Hence, she's hardly fazed by anything and never, ever backs down from a dare or a challenge, often claiming that she's "seen worse things" or "done worse things" all the time, because she sees stepping back and giving up as a sign of weakness. This can lead her to think she's invincible and go looking for trouble when she shouldn't be. She gravitates towards danger and the wild side, to mixed results of course. A tomboy by nature, she's very rough around the edges and doesn't care for traditionally feminine ideals and pursuits, and prefers to settle things with might - her fists, a shag or a fight, rather than diplomacy...she's not much of a negotiator and doesn't care for those kinds of "smooth skills" anyway. Her manner is brash, crude and straightforward, being the type who swears a lot and when she does crack jokes, expect them to be either dark, sexually inappropriate or both. She's quite the irreverent as well, with the tendency to break social norms and throw etiquette and bearing out the window, even if she's in the presence of someone much higher-ranked than herself. She's casual, without much care for using titles and instead prefers first names or hell, nicknames that she comes up with (which aren't always exactly the most flattering). This young woman is blunt and never minces her words, she speaks her mind, has her own opinions (to the point of forcing them onto others at times) and doesn't care much about the implications and the consequences when she criticizes someone or insults them. On the one hand, this may turn some people off immediately, but it also means that she's not about to lie to anyone's face for trivial reasons. She also has more than a few problems with authority as well, and would much rather break rules than follow them, especially if said rules are unreasonable or stupid. She's daring like that, and prides in that trait...which does unfortunately make her judge those who are more cautious, calling them "wimps" and "pussies" very casually. It's easy to see that Sylvia's indomitable will and unyielding nature makes her one who hates being controlled, manipulated or being under anyone's thumb for that matter. She often refers to herself as "nobody's b
itch", and many consider her to be too pigheaded, proud and forceful for her own good. Expectedly, she definitely has a fiery temper that is easily triggered and that she isn't afraid to show in many ways.
Sylvia is a person of action. Sitting pretty, reading, and things along those lines bore her. Elaborate plans? She doesn't have patience for making them. Theories? She's no rocket scientist. She'd much rather be in the thick of things, and actually experience stuff rather than listen to stories. Nothing good happens when people just sit there and keep thinking and talking amongst themselves after all. She didn't keep herself alive by becoming a scholar. Impatient to a fault, she fearlessly jumps into the fray and acts before thinking, consequences be damned; a real Leeroy Jenkins. And when this passionate, determined and hot-blooded young woman sets her mind or body on doing something, she never, ever gives up until she manages to accomplish it. She's willing to try many things, as long as they sound exciting, dangerous or both, and even though people would try cautioning her, she probably would turn a blind ear. She has her own mind, thank you very much. She extremely revels in fighting and showing people up. She's very strong and violent, and doesn't hesitate to show it...be it in beating up someone during a pub brawl,
especially around guys who test her patience, or doing things in bed. She's also confident in her abilities, and only gets more pumped if people try to talk her down or underestimate her - tenacious is her middle name, and the more she's expected to give up, back down or give in, the more she
wouldn't, and would instead fight back and show up whoever has the nerve to expect
that from her. If she threatens you with physical injury...chances are, she would follow through and more, being even more bite than bark at times. She's also not above flirting, seducing or having one-night stands...she has a very prominent sexual, lascivious side and is
very confident in her body. Her tendency towards doing dangerous things and her lack of filter, coupled with her dramatic looks and dark beauty, make some people see her as alluring and a breath of fresh air. She usually makes the first move, rather than wait...only
submissive and
weak-willed girls wait while batting their lashes and drinking their watered-down pink cocktails after all. It doesn't help that she hates the idea of safe and predictable "vanilla" too. However, she only partakes in such as long as it's her own idea, her own choice and that it won't get serious, of course. Nothing good comes out of romance after all, and Sylvia's issues with romance don't help one bit. If anyone tries to coerce her or force her, though? She will make them regret thinking that she could be anyone's b
itch.
Sylvia tends to be cynical when it comes to people and their motives, and is generally slow to trust others...especially those she deems as "too smooth" and "silver-tongued", as well as those she thinks just want her for her body. Thus, she could come across as hostile at first impression to most people. She is not at all shy or reserved, however. In fact, she's exciting to be around as long as you have a taste for the far-from-safe and the profane. She makes a great fighting partner, drinking buddy or gambling mate, as long as people are willing to deal with a person with a lewd sense of humor, who's an arrogant winner and a sore, violent loser. Shallow, fleeting interactions such as those, she doesn't have much of an issue with, and she gladly initiates and joins in...what's difficult for her is really allowing herself to make deep connections to others, or to even allow herself to lean on someone for that matter. She refuses to give her full trust quickly, having been betrayed one too many times in the past. Romance is an even bigger issue for her - she's disillusioned towards it, knowing most men are out to use others...and she also knows that heartbreak
hurts. She isn't immune to attraction, but she actively, even compulsively, pushes those thoughts away and denies said thoughts repeatedly. She knows that at least, being alone means nobody can hurt her or try to use her. This does not mean that she doesn't get jealous...she actually does, and she's especially jealous of those who can love and trust freely, the lucky ones who never had to get hurt so cruelly and coldly, the way it happened to her. Sylvia is also one who doesn't take betrayal well. She never,
ever forgives or forgets, and holds grudges for very long periods of time, and she doesn't let up either, not even when someone tells her it's pointless and a waste of energy. But when someone does earn her trust? They'd be proud to call Sylvia a friend. She still wouldn't mince her words and she still gets snarky, but she would never leave them behind. She would stand by and go through anything, no matter how dangerous or difficult, for someone who manages to gain her trust and friendship. Just don't expect her to play vulnerable around actual friends though, she's really not that type...she's more the type who looks after people in her own rough-handed, tough-love manner, which she thinks makes people learn to be stronger. Sylvia is not one who tolerates emotionality, especially when taken too far. She finds it difficult to accept idealistic and heart-based ways of thinking...she doesn't have much in the way of morals, and doesn't exactly understand why something as foolish as idealism exists in the first place. She thinks it doesn't really have a point but to make people have unrealistic expectations about everything...unrealistic expectations that can only disappoint in the end.
A streetwise, independent and tough young woman, Sylvia knows her way around things and doesn't like it when people offer to help her out, seeing it as a slight to her own capabilities. She prides in being able to stand on her own and is one who thinks that she can handle her issues and problems on her own, and deal with them in her own way...they're hers for a reason, and she's no damsel and she's the furthest thing from a fragile flower. Thus, she keeps her problems and issues to herself, preferring to be secretive about them and deal with them on her own as best as she could, and even when she's stuck in a rut, she isn't the type to ask for help or depend on someone. She especially dislikes it if self-righteous people try to impose that there's only "one right way" to deal with certain things. Her past experiences, as well as spending most of her formative years as a criminal, gave her a knack for sniffing out bulls
hit and lies. And she will call anyone out if she thinks they're trying to mess with her. Of course, with at least a black eye or a cracked jaw for good measure. That being said, Sylvia is a terrible liar, something that she is very aware of but hates admitting. This is partially due to her expressive face and eyes - try as she might, it's difficult for her to hold a straight face or a cold, even voice. Her temper also makes her an epic fail at being cold and calculating. You see, while emotionally-charged situations make her uncomfortable and test her patience, and while she would much rather die than spend an evening listening to people cry their hearts out, she is not emotionless. Very much the opposite in fact, if her tempestuous disposition and her expressive face are any indication. Her emotions run very deep, so deep, and she feels them
very strongly. She may not be a crier, but she does have feelings...which she feels much stronger than most, and which she only shares to those she truly can trust. She does laugh from time to time after all. It's just that she scoffs at the idea of showing vulnerability and being vulnerable in particular, knowing that the only things that can come out of being so are being used and manipulated, betrayal, and helplessness, among other undesirable things.
While clever for the most part and most definitely not stupid, Sylvia lacks in book smarts and is the furthest thing from scholarly. She does, however, take interest in the dark side of things, the occult and the taboo, being one who has no religious beliefs whatsoever, and who thinks that whatever happens, happens. She also has a talent and strong interest in mechanical work, being a mechanical engineering student herself. She's good with her hands as well as under the hood, and even better speeding on her motorcycle or anyone else's car.
Like any normal, sane person, she also appreciates good food and drink, particularly meaty dishes and strong alcohol. She has a very high alcohol tolerance that could make many grown men cry, in fact. When she does manage to drunk, though? She becomes even more sensual than she already is, being prone to heavy flirting (even with inanimate objects), taking off her clothes, speaking in a lot more innuendo and much worse things.
History: "Your surname is Edelstein...never forget that." Those were the last words of Renate Kraus, Sylvia's mother and the only parent she knew, as she died when the girl was just four, succumbing to gunshot wounds during a particularly violent gang standoff in the dangerous Gurtel area of Vienna. Thus, from an early age, young Sylvia's life was hard. She never knew or even
saw her father, the only thing she was sure about him was that he probably was ashamed of her and Renate, or that he thought she did not even exist. Young Sylvia didn't know where to go or what to do at that moment. Renate had struggled to feed her and had even taken up a dangerous job just to do so. A man that she recognized as one of the gangsters involved in the standoff found her on the street a couple of hours later, and decided to take her in, if only to shut her up and protect himself from the possibility that a witness could get him arrested. Thus, the girl was immediately thrust into a life of risk and danger. The man happened to be Alberich Schwanz, a notorious gang leader and the local drug lord. When she was five, Alberich thrust a small gun in her hands, and told her that the only ones who stayed alive on the streets were the ones who knew how to take care of themselves, and who knew their way around. At first, the young girl didn't understand why so much was expected of her, but then she was repeatedly reminded of her mother and her death. Did she want to die that way? It was then that she "got" it. Things were far from easy, even though she technically did have a roof over her head and food to eat. Alberich was demanding, stern and didn't hesitate to use his fists when dealing with her. Even more violent was his chief enforcer and right-hand man Graeme Oprano, an exiled Irishman with a penchant for smoking weed and using heavy bats to deal out punishment. At first, Sylvia was often on the receiving end of most of Alberich's words and Graeme's beatings, but as time went on, she toughened up and became iron-willed. She soon got a reputation for being particularly fierce and gutsy, the one who never backed down during a fight, the one who always bit back at Graeme whenever he hit her, and who just hated the notion of giving in to anyone,
most especially to a particularly annoying little boy named Alois, who was Alberich's son, one year older than she was (and whom she
totally didn't like). It helped that she had no qualms fighting hard and dirty from that young age either, which was something that got her in trouble in school, but was openly encouraged by Alberich, Graeme, Alois and the other members of the gang whenever they practiced. She soon knew how to load and shoot a gun, as well as fight hand-to-hand with a distinctively brutal yet agile style. Not only that, but she also became particularly good at pickpocketing and smuggling drugs, her striking looks and allure, even from a young age, often unwittingly helping her out in that respect.
By day, she was allowed to go to school (at least, until she was almost twelve years old), but when the sun went down, she was a criminal. The things Alberich demanded from her grew and she began taking on more dangerous tasks, to the point that Alberich made her stop her schooling at the end of her primary school years, claiming that it was a waste of time at that point. Now, smuggling drugs, beating people up, fighting and even stealing, she was adept at, but she was absolutely no good at working in the rolling meth labs. Ever the demanding drug lord, Alberich saw that as a weakness and often reprimanded her, reminding her that had it not been for him, she would've died on the streets years ago. At that time, Sylvia was already beginning to grow up, and the particularly depraved Graeme, in addition to his beatings, began to sexually abuse her as well...and Alberich condoned it, even having a go at it himself from time to time. The girl never made things easy for them, however, and always fought back as best she could, earning herself the mocking nickname "little scorpion" in the process. It didn't take long for Sylvia to grow resentful of her treatment. Sure, these were the people who fed her, but she was no idiot. Everything she did never seemed to be enough, and the senior members of the gang always found fault in everything she did. Sure, living on the edge suited her, and she had a taste for danger, but that didn't mean she liked having to report to Alberich, Graeme and the others. There were two bright spots in her life, however. One of them was working on her superiors' cars and motorcycles - she found her love for mechanical work this way, and often saw it as a sort of escape. She picked up on it pretty quickly, and was soon relied upon to work on the vehicles, which relieved her, as it meant not having meth lab duties anymore. The other bright spot was Alois, who grew up to be a clever, skilled and handsome young man. He had become her best friend after overcoming their initial rivalry and finding out their styles complemented each other. He was the planner and tactician, she was the fighter and muscle, and though he tried his best to stay on his father's good side, he also took the time to be with Sylvia and looked out for her, managing to keep Graeme and his father off her back at times, and soon enough, they fell in love with each other. They did their drug runs together, their operations expanding to parts of Germany and the Czech Republic, where the trade was lucrative. He even joined her whenever she was sent out to deal with and dispose of non-payers. Basically, Alois was reason enough for her to stay. Besides, things could always be worse, could it?
Unfortunately, "worse" came earlier than she thought, and it all started with a stolen party invite. When she was sixteen, Alberich sent her out to eliminate an important man who, for years, hadn't been paying for his drugs. The perfect opportunity had presented itself, he assured her, as he produced an invitation to the fiftieth birthday celebration of a man named Abel Edelstein, the wealthiest man in Vienna. No, Abel wasn't the target, Alberich assured, but rather, one of his guests. The surname didn't escape Sylvia's notice, however, as she remembered what her mother had told her as she was dying.
Your surname is Edelstein...never forget that. Was there even a remote possibility that she could be related to the
Edelstein celebrating his birthday? She brushed off the thought, however, knowing better than to allow herself to dream. It was a common enough surname, her father could be anybody off the street. Besides, it wasn't as if he had been there for her anyway, whoever it was. Alberich gave her a beautiful gown, matching shoes and jewelry, telling her that she had to blend in, unless she wanted to be arrested, and accomplish the task before the clock struck midnight during the party, if she wanted to live and escape with them...unless of course, she wanted to be arrested or turned in. Alois took the time to coach her as best he could on how to pass off as a wealthy teen, and for the time being, Graeme kept his hands off her, not only because of Alois' efforts, but also because the gown Alberich had purchased was low-cut and had no sleeves.
The day came sooner rather than later, and for the first time, Sylvia found herself in the wealthiest part of Vienna, attending a grand party that she wasn't meant to be a part of in the first place, with a few weapons strapped to her thigh and hidden under her gown. Once she was inside, she knew that to carry out the task sooner rather than later was best for her. She knew who her target was, and she had every opportunity before midnight. However, something...or rather,
someone just had to derail her from her task, and he unexpectedly took the form of the guest of honor, Abel Edelstein himself. Among all his guests, one in particular caught Abel's eye - the teenager who looked uncomfortable in and unused to her finery, yet whose eyes were like his own. In a way, she also reminded him of a woman he loved many years ago, one whom his parents didnt approve of, and was ultimately the reason why he never married. Sylvia was surprised that Abel Edelstein approached her himself and made the time to talk to her, a stranger whom he probably never expected to show up and someone who was supposed to be killing someone in the middle of his own party. She was uncomfortable at first, but Abel was a warm-hearted man, and in the hours she talked to him, she grew comfortable enough to smile and laugh around him...and comfortable enough to forget what she had to be doing for a few hours. Unlike Alberich, Abel was genuine, kind and
more than decent, even though she knew she was a total stranger to him. It was because of him that she impulsively decided at that moment not to go through with her job.
Screw Alberich, that bastard, she thought as she told Abel that he had no right to be talking to someone who was sent to the party on a stolen invitation to begin with. Abel tried to ask what was wrong, and Sylvia merely showed Abel the gun and knives she was hiding, telling him that she was being set up, that he shouldn't be trusting her at all, and someone in the room was a target and that said person had to leave as soon as possible. Abel, at that moment, hugged Sylvia tightly for reasons she did not know, and asked her who was behind it...he did not believe that the young girl could plan an elaborate crime all by herself. Sylvia mumbled
Alberich Schwanz in his ear. However, unbeknownst to Sylvia, Alberich had sent Graeme to follow her inside in disguise, as he didn't trust her, and Graeme saw what she had done. He immediately framed her in front of everyone, exposing her weapons while showing his lack of them. Who, indeed, was the real criminal? The one holding the weapons, wasn't it? Graeme tauntingly reminded everyone of this as he gripped Sylvia by the neck. Angered and sick of his abuse, Sylvia wrenched out of his grasp, held up her gun at Graeme and shot him, killing him instantly.
In the end, Sylvia was arrested by the guards, and as she was sixteen, she was old enough to be thrown into prison. For a few months, she languished inside. Perhaps it was a foolish thought, but a part of her thought that Alois or one of her superiors was going to pose as a relative to bail her out, if only because the latter would more than likely want to shut her up, to protect Alberich. She was right about only one thing - Alois did show up. Yet, she was terribly wrong about the rest. He didn't bail her out or even try to break her out. He just told her to "hang in there", and that he had to follow his father's wishes. This made Sylvia
furious. Was Alois that spineless and cowardly after all? Spineless enough not to be able to make his own decisions? She cursed at him, reminding him that he would regret being such a coward. All he did was shrug and bid her good luck before leaving, without once reassuring her, or even looking at her. Languishing in her cell, Sylvia felt her heart break. Did she really mean that little to him? Had she been played with for all the time they were together? For a while, she lost her will to live, and even suggested to the prison guards that they could just stop bringing her food and starve her, for all she cared. They, as well as the other inmates, had other thoughts about her, however, and not exactly clean or nice ones. In the end, she eventually lived to see her own release, but it did not mean that she left unscathede. The only thing that kept her going was revenge - revenge against her former gang as well as against anyone who would try to use her in any way again.
Three months into her incarceration, a familiar older man showed up at the door to Sylvia's cell and held out a hand to her as the doors were unlocked. It was
Abel Edelstein himself, and he had personally bailed her out and had her records wiped. He assured her that everything was taken care of, and that the man named Graeme Oprano had a criminal record that proved he was indeed linked to Alberich Schwanz for a long time. Stunned by his gesture, Sylvia did not want to believe what she was going through. Was it a trap? An illusion? Or was she perhaps, dead and dreaming? She knew she wasn't, however, when she felt one of the guards, one of the most cruel ones, shove her outside roughly. At that, Abel hugged her tightly for the second time. The girl didn't know what to say. Even after what she had shown him months ago, he somehow came for her and freed her? What kind of person did
that for someone like her? She looked at the older man as she held back the tears that threatened to fall for the first time in her life - looked into eyes that were strangely like her own. "I'm your father, Sylvia. Fate brought us together, of that I am sure. I loved Renate very much," he said, and though Sylvia was hesitant at first, she hugged him back before he took her home with him.
Sylvia no longer lived at the beck and call of an abusive drug lord, and with Abel turning out to be a very doting father, she began to live life like a normal teenager - though she never lost her tough and strong-willed nature, something which her father actually
loved about her. He supported her love for motor vehicles and encouraged her to get full licenses as soon as possible, as well as got her some of her own. Outside his business, Abel had a personal interest in astrology and shared it with Sylvia, who was more than intrigued, though she did not believe in the romance aspect of it. He told her all about the different signs, their corresponding symbols, and even showed her how to draw star charts. Sylvia also returned to school once more...though
much older than most of her classmates (thanks to her father pulling some strings), and managed to finish secondary school, although she was already twenty-one at that time, and go on to study at university. She was never the best student, yet somehow managed to get by, and she had a bad reputation in general - she was known to beat up people who got on her nerves as well as anyone who tried flirting with her in ways she didn't like, yet was also notorious for having a number of alleged short affairs with fellow students, as well as teachers. She's currently in her junior year of her mechanical engineering course, and has gone with the option of taking her junior year abroad. Feeling like she wanted to see new things, she chose Japan.
Currently, she's enjoying her year abroad. While not the best student, and by no means popular thanks to her looks, she enjoys the unique bar culture the country has to offer, as well as doing dangerous things at night,
especially participating in racing, both with motorcycles and cars. The country introduced her to the drift scene, and she's now currently building her own drift car using money she earns from hustling on her own (deciding that this time, she wanted to handle it on her own) to participate in such illegal races. Living in Japan also exposed her to some
stories, one of them being about the Red String of Fate. Sylvia knew that such a story was hogwash, however. Only stupid, hopeless romantics believed that each person was destined to end up with someone, and Sylvia, with her cynical and bleak view on love, didn't believe in such a thing. Perhaps a tiny part of her still longed for someone to love her the way she was, but she doubted that anyone like that could even exist. She had already succumbed to rotten judgment
once, and her pigheaded, unyielding self wasn't about to believe in such a stupid fairytale. Fairytales were only for the naive, after all.
She didn't realize how very,
very wrong she was.
Other:
- Very much a heavy metalhead, absolutely
hates classical and bubblegum pop music.
- Is only a university junior despite her slightly older age. She's taking her junior year abroad in Japan.
- Enjoys a lot of vices - smoking, drinking, drag racing (motorcycle or car), cheating at cards or at pool, and one-night stands.
- Loves mechanic work...it's very therapeutic for her.
- Owns two motorcycles - one dirt bike, a BMW 1200 Adventure, and one typical sport model, a Ducati 1299 Panigale. Both are black.
- Speaks fluent German (a given, as she's Austrian), and has also picked up a considerable amount of Irish slang from being around Graeme for too long.
- Has Jewish ancestry on her father's side. Neither her nor her father practice the religion, however.
