Sylvian Dianthe Sinderion

Sylvian Dianthe Sinderion

Biographical information
150 years Thyasari, The Spine
Physical description
Avariel 5'10" // 177 cm
Political information
Out-of-character information
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two souls are sometimes created together
and in love before they're even born
- f. scott fitzgerald


Appearance

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Much like any being of elven descent, Sylvian Sinderion is visually captivating and considerably beautiful. Her height is slightly below average and her silhouette is slim, delicate and feminine. Shaped by sultry curves within a dainty frame, Sylvian’s ethereal beauty is unmistakably divine yet oddly common for an Elf. She sports flawless porcelain skin and two small moles, one on each side of her face. Sylvian’s hair is silken and luscious; a beautiful silver colour adorned with an icy shimmer. It falls below her waist, although she has a strong preference for braids and complicated hairdos.

Sylvian’s frosty smile is softened by her gentle features and high cheekbones, both of which compliment her small face. Her eyes are a bright sapphire blue and can often be caught wandering, and shamelessly staring down personas of interest. Sylvian Sinderion smells of snow and lavender and carries herself with elegance and grace. Her attire matches her ivory complexion and Sylvian dresses in clothing with a sophisticated note, meticulously aligning the colour of her dress to that of her hair and eyes. As with any Avariel, a pair of large, white wings spread from Sylvian’s back, granting her the ability of flight.

Skills and Abilities

Sylvian is a Sorceress. Her natural affinity to the element of ice allows her to cast frost magic efficiently and with great variety, although her ability to do so is entirely reliant on her own, limited pool of magical essence. Like any being, Sylvian’s prowess isn’t endless, but throughout her century-long life the elven woman has had plenty of opportunity to hone her skills and makes for a surprisingly decent combatant – when the situation calls for it. Sylvian’s weapon of choice is a silver, sapphire studded rapier named Dandelion, and she is an excellent swordswoman. Dandelion occasionally serves as a medium for her magic.

Sylvian is capable of using healing magic, and a talented and accomplished medic within the ranks of her kind, the Avariel. Her wings are often cloaked by magic; an invisibility spell to keep curious eyes away. Additionally, Sylvian is a skilled sculptress (focusing mainly on creating decorative ice figurines), and plays both the harp and the piano beautifully. Her intuition and keen senses grant her great 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 Sinderion is a gentle elf. Her friendly demeanor and charismatic personality make her likable amidst most folk, and even though there is always a hint of that elven arrogance and pride, Sylvian has swept most of those traits under the rug and strikes both strangers and friends as amiable and kind. Her tolerance and patience are perhaps her most positive characteristics and Sylvian is known to never judge and rarely does she lose her patience. The elf encounters difficult problems with a laid back attitude and gracefully avoids conflicts and trouble.

Sylvian can be mischievous and devious however, and although she rarely does so with the intent to do harm, she frequently manipulates others to pursue her goals – whatever they may be. Sylvian will put herself before others, for she is not selfless nor heroic. Her curiosity often gets the better of her and she can become careless by making rash decisions. Overall Sylvian’s a spontaneous and intuitive person and while most of her actions are based on a gut feeling, she’s calculating, keen and always on high alert when it comes to protecting her identity – and the sacred secret of her angelic wings.

Biography & Lore

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Sylvian was born to Dianthe and Aegon Sinderion. An elven child with Avariel blood through both her parents, Sylvian’s birth was celebrated and she was granted a fulfilling childhood, blessed by the generosity of her family and her kind. Her life in Thyasari was ordinary for elven standards, but by no means common. Sylvian enjoyed high class schooling in several subjects such as magic, tongues, history and arts. Her sheltered upbringing didn’t mean that Sylvian did not care about the world beneath Thyasari and even though the elf never once left her home, she grew more and more curious about what awaited her in the lands under the skies.

Once 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 curiosity for everything but Thyasari and even though Sylvian yearned to become a Watcher she could not bear to break her parent’s heart and decided to honor their wish instead.

Still, Sylvian’s desire to peek through the cloudy curtain only grew stronger with each passing day, 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. The she-elf 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 ground 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 its 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 fell 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 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. Cecile was her name and she was pure with a beautiful soul and a gentle heart.

Naturally, Sylvian and Cecile fell deeply in love.

Their forbidden romance, driven by the thrills of passion and secrecy, lasted for nearly 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 it in herself to forgive her family, and even though her heart never healed from the loss, the elf fought for herself until she was able to leave her family behind for good to start a new life in Epressa.

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