Name: Sylvia Katarina Leroux
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Sylvia is a soft-spoken young woman. Despite her gentle tone of voice, she is rather outgoing, only shy whenever she is in large rooms with more than sixty, give or take, people. Because of her background, she is used to meeting a lot of new people, but she doesn’t like being near most because she feels that all they do is judge people. She’s a kind soul, doesn’t take any fancy to harming anything. So, when it comes to insects, even if she dislikes them, she will most likely put it outside or have someone else do it if she’s terrified of said instinct. She has a caring heart, and a strong motherly instinct, but she can be stubborn in some ways, even if it won’t immediately show.
Appearance: Here
Bio: Her family was originally from France, hence the last name. She grew up as any noble child would, showered in gifts galore. It almost became suffocating throughout the years. Quite a lot of times, she was confined to her home, not allowed to get out and see the world beyond the walls without ‘proper’ accompaniment. The very few times she would be out of her home would be when she was still on their land or attending balls or important meetings with her mother and father. Balls made her uncomfortable. There were always so many people, and while there would be those she knew, she didn’t like the thought of others being there, watching her, judging her. Which leads to her being a bit too paranoid, only in that sense.
Around age nine, Sylvia’s family took their things and moved to London in a quick pinch. It was hard leaving her homeland and then have to learn another language, but with a good amount of studying and a few tutors at her parent’s command, she succeeded. Needless to say, though, she still has a cute little accent. It can only be noticed every now and then when she says a few words, but she finds it absolutely embarrassing. Things started to get a little hectic with the birth of her younger sister at age ten. Since then, her parents were out more than normal, it seemed.
Because of that, Sylvia, alongside the nannies and butlers, raised the baby. She found this to be an easy thing, which came to many people’s surprise because of her young age. What more could the girl really do other than study, read, and play the few instruments she already knew? When one did those daily, it became rather repetitive and boring, so she read up on anything she could get her little hands on, and the family library was filled with books of all sorts.
As she grew up, Sylvia soon managed to convince her parents, father mainly, to allow her to explore around a bit. She took a stroll around town for the first time on her own and soon a great love for baking came into play. Her father would not allow it. He would often tell Sylvia that she was “Too precious to waste her time making things for others.” He wanted her to be waited on hand and foot, Sylvia wanted some breathing room. When her father wasn’t around, she would do more things for herself. She would make her own bed, pick out her own clothes, anything she could and anything the staff would allow her to do. She found this to come rather easily, since each time a servant would do one of these tasks, she would watch with great attentiveness.
The years continued to pass and so did certain spats with her father. Persistence was the key. Sylvia managed to persuade her father, though it was in the smallest of ways, to let her pick out her own clothing rather than have someone else do it for her. She felt more comfortable doing so and made great choices, picking nice colors to combine while staying simple and clean. Now, if only she could persuade her father to do a few more things on her own.. Unfortunately, she knew that in that period of time, many noble women weren’t allowed to do very much.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Sylvia is a soft-spoken young woman. Despite her gentle tone of voice, she is rather outgoing, only shy whenever she is in large rooms with more than sixty, give or take, people. Because of her background, she is used to meeting a lot of new people, but she doesn’t like being near most because she feels that all they do is judge people. She’s a kind soul, doesn’t take any fancy to harming anything. So, when it comes to insects, even if she dislikes them, she will most likely put it outside or have someone else do it if she’s terrified of said instinct. She has a caring heart, and a strong motherly instinct, but she can be stubborn in some ways, even if it won’t immediately show.
Appearance: Here
Bio: Her family was originally from France, hence the last name. She grew up as any noble child would, showered in gifts galore. It almost became suffocating throughout the years. Quite a lot of times, she was confined to her home, not allowed to get out and see the world beyond the walls without ‘proper’ accompaniment. The very few times she would be out of her home would be when she was still on their land or attending balls or important meetings with her mother and father. Balls made her uncomfortable. There were always so many people, and while there would be those she knew, she didn’t like the thought of others being there, watching her, judging her. Which leads to her being a bit too paranoid, only in that sense.
Around age nine, Sylvia’s family took their things and moved to London in a quick pinch. It was hard leaving her homeland and then have to learn another language, but with a good amount of studying and a few tutors at her parent’s command, she succeeded. Needless to say, though, she still has a cute little accent. It can only be noticed every now and then when she says a few words, but she finds it absolutely embarrassing. Things started to get a little hectic with the birth of her younger sister at age ten. Since then, her parents were out more than normal, it seemed.
Because of that, Sylvia, alongside the nannies and butlers, raised the baby. She found this to be an easy thing, which came to many people’s surprise because of her young age. What more could the girl really do other than study, read, and play the few instruments she already knew? When one did those daily, it became rather repetitive and boring, so she read up on anything she could get her little hands on, and the family library was filled with books of all sorts.
As she grew up, Sylvia soon managed to convince her parents, father mainly, to allow her to explore around a bit. She took a stroll around town for the first time on her own and soon a great love for baking came into play. Her father would not allow it. He would often tell Sylvia that she was “Too precious to waste her time making things for others.” He wanted her to be waited on hand and foot, Sylvia wanted some breathing room. When her father wasn’t around, she would do more things for herself. She would make her own bed, pick out her own clothes, anything she could and anything the staff would allow her to do. She found this to come rather easily, since each time a servant would do one of these tasks, she would watch with great attentiveness.
The years continued to pass and so did certain spats with her father. Persistence was the key. Sylvia managed to persuade her father, though it was in the smallest of ways, to let her pick out her own clothing rather than have someone else do it for her. She felt more comfortable doing so and made great choices, picking nice colors to combine while staying simple and clean. Now, if only she could persuade her father to do a few more things on her own.. Unfortunately, she knew that in that period of time, many noble women weren’t allowed to do very much.