Sylvian Dianthe Sinderion
two souls are sometimes created together
and in love before they're even born
- f. scott fitzgerald
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Appearance
Like most beings of elven descent, Sylvian Sinderion is visually captivating and beautiful. She's slightly below average in height and her figure is slim and feminine. Sylvian's delicate curves are captured within a dainty frame, and her porcelain skin adds to her ethereal beauty. Sylvian’s silver hair is silken and luscious and falls just below her waist. She often styles it in complicated hairdos. Sylvian’s has gentle features and high cheekbones, both of which compliment her small face. Her eyes are a bright sapphire blue and can often be seen wandering and shamelessly staring down people of particular interest. Sylvian smells of fresh snow and lavender and carries herself with grace. Her dresses have a sophisticated and elegant note, for she meticulously aligns the colour of her attire to that of her hair and eyes. As with any Avariel, a pair of large, white wings spread from Sylvian’s back.
Skills and Abilities
Sylvian is a sorceress and her natural affinity to the element of ice lets her to cast frost magic spells, and while she does rely on a limited pool magical essence, she's become quite proficient over the years. Throughout her life, the Avariel has had plenty of time to hone her skills and now makes for a rather decent combatant. Sylvian’s weapon of choice is a white, sapphire studded rapier named Dandelion, and she is an skilled swordswoman. Dandelion can also serve as a medium for her magic.
Sylvian can use healing magic, and is a talented and accomplished medic among the ranks of the Avariel. Her wings are often cloaked by magic: an invisibility spell to keep curious eyes away. In her freetime, Sylvian is a skilled sculptress (focusing mainly on creating decorative ice figurines), and plays both the harp and the piano very well. Her intuition and keen senses grant her good sense of judgement and like many elves, Sylvian has a way with words: if she wants something, she’ll find a way to get it and convince others to help her on the way.
Sylvian can use healing magic, and is a talented and accomplished medic among the ranks of the Avariel. Her wings are often cloaked by magic: an invisibility spell to keep curious eyes away. In her freetime, Sylvian is a skilled sculptress (focusing mainly on creating decorative ice figurines), and plays both the harp and the piano very well. Her intuition and keen senses grant her good sense of judgement and like many elves, Sylvian has a way with words: if she wants something, she’ll find a way to get it and convince others to help her on the way.
Personality
Sylvian is a good elf. Her friendly and charismatic personality mark her as likable to most folks, and even though there is always that hint of elven pride, Sylvian has swept most of those traits under the rug and appears to most people as simply 'nice'. She's patient and tolerant with those around her and rarely grows angry . The elf encounters even difficult problems with a relaxed attitude and gracefully avoids conflicts and trouble. Sylvian can be mischievous and devious, however, and although she rarely acts with the intent to harm, it's not rare that she manipulates others to reach her goals. Sylvian usually puts herself before others, for she is not selfless nor heroic. Her curiosity often gets the better of her and she can become careless. Overall Sylvian’s a spontaneous and intuitive person and while most of her actions are based on a gut feeling, she’s clever, shrewd and always on high alert when it comes to protecting her identity and the sacred secret of her angelic wings.
Biography & Lore
Sylvian was born to Dianthe and Aegon Sinderion. As an elven child with Avariel blood, Sylvian’s birth was celebrated and she was granted a fulfilling childhood, blessed by the generosity of her family and her people. Her life in Thyasari was ordinary for Avariel standards, but by no means simple. Sylvian enjoyed high class schooling in several subjects such as magic, language, history and arts. Her sheltered upbringing didn’t mean that Sylvian did not care about the world beneath her own, however, and even though she'd never once left her home, Sylvian grew more and more curious about the lands under the skies.
When Sylvian reached adulthood she was urged by her parents to specialize in healing in order to join the medical faction of the Avariel. Dianthe and Aegon noticed their daughter’s growing interest in everything but Thyasari and although Sylvian yearned to become a Watcher instead, she could not bear to break her parent’s heart made the decision to honor their wishes.
Over the years Sylvian’s desire to peek through the cloudy curtains grew stronger, and when Sylvian was nearly half a century old, she snuck out of Thyasari for the first time in her life. The young Avariel flew skywards, towards the sun until she disappeared behind the clouds and landed in what appeared to be a beautifully enchanted forest. She was starstruck by the different flora and fauna, the feeling of sand and earth beneath her naked feet and how different the air tasted on the grounds of the world. From that day on Sylvian started visiting the continent known as Epressa almost daily, slowly falling in love with every part of this strange world.
It wasn’t until the second year of her secret visits to Epressa that Sylvian first laid eyes on a mortal. A human girl with rosy skin, golden locks that bounced softly below her hips and brown eyes that radiated warmth and kindness. When the elf caught a glimpse of her, she was overcome by curiosity and began following her around in silence, watching as the stranger wandered through the woods, picked flowers and collected mushrooms. She came to the woods all throughout spring and summer of that same year and when Sylvian finally found the courage to speak to her, those visits would continue all the way through fall and until winter came. Cecile was her name and she was pure with a beautiful soul and a good heart.
Sylvian and Cecile fell deeply in love.
Their forbidden romance, driven by the thrills of passion and secrecy, held on for almost two decades and the Avariel momentarily lost interest in the rest of the world as her focus fixated on her lover and soulmate. Cecile was made for Sylvian – the elf was sure of it – and never once did she waste a thought on her beloved’s limited lifespan. During those years Sylvian would spend as much time as she could in those enchanted woods with her wife.
All was well until Sylvian’s family gained knowledge of their daughter’s human lover and locked her away so she was unable to leave Thyasari for years to come. As time went by, Cecile's mortal body eventually succumbed to grief and illness and she passed away. When Sylvian learned of her wife’s death she was both distraught and disheartened and refused to set another foot onto mortal lands for over fifty years. Sylvian never found the strength to forgive her family, and although her heart never fully healed from the loss, she fought for herself until she was able to leave her family behind for good to start a new life in Epressa.
When Sylvian reached adulthood she was urged by her parents to specialize in healing in order to join the medical faction of the Avariel. Dianthe and Aegon noticed their daughter’s growing interest in everything but Thyasari and although Sylvian yearned to become a Watcher instead, she could not bear to break her parent’s heart made the decision to honor their wishes.
Over the years Sylvian’s desire to peek through the cloudy curtains grew stronger, and when Sylvian was nearly half a century old, she snuck out of Thyasari for the first time in her life. The young Avariel flew skywards, towards the sun until she disappeared behind the clouds and landed in what appeared to be a beautifully enchanted forest. She was starstruck by the different flora and fauna, the feeling of sand and earth beneath her naked feet and how different the air tasted on the grounds of the world. From that day on Sylvian started visiting the continent known as Epressa almost daily, slowly falling in love with every part of this strange world.
It wasn’t until the second year of her secret visits to Epressa that Sylvian first laid eyes on a mortal. A human girl with rosy skin, golden locks that bounced softly below her hips and brown eyes that radiated warmth and kindness. When the elf caught a glimpse of her, she was overcome by curiosity and began following her around in silence, watching as the stranger wandered through the woods, picked flowers and collected mushrooms. She came to the woods all throughout spring and summer of that same year and when Sylvian finally found the courage to speak to her, those visits would continue all the way through fall and until winter came. Cecile was her name and she was pure with a beautiful soul and a good heart.
Sylvian and Cecile fell deeply in love.
Their forbidden romance, driven by the thrills of passion and secrecy, held on for almost two decades and the Avariel momentarily lost interest in the rest of the world as her focus fixated on her lover and soulmate. Cecile was made for Sylvian – the elf was sure of it – and never once did she waste a thought on her beloved’s limited lifespan. During those years Sylvian would spend as much time as she could in those enchanted woods with her wife.
All was well until Sylvian’s family gained knowledge of their daughter’s human lover and locked her away so she was unable to leave Thyasari for years to come. As time went by, Cecile's mortal body eventually succumbed to grief and illness and she passed away. When Sylvian learned of her wife’s death she was both distraught and disheartened and refused to set another foot onto mortal lands for over fifty years. Sylvian never found the strength to forgive her family, and although her heart never fully healed from the loss, she fought for herself until she was able to leave her family behind for good to start a new life in Epressa.
