Although she is not part of the normal staff of the bustling Bennet household, the young woman with wavy dark hair and gray-blue eyes has been up since just a little bit past the crack of dawn, going about her personal business. Despite the fact that she loathes her job, and only puts up with it for the sake of trying to put everything back to how it once was, this is one of those days on which Chrys cannot help but be thankful that she is not a maid or cook of some sort, and therefore does not have to spend the day preparing for the ball to be held tonight. It will be the normal display of extravagance, holding no other purpose other than to show off the wealth and power of the Bennet family. Marcus will be there, of course, as will the rest of the bastards upstairs, as she refers to the royal family and the help which are almost part of that inner circle. The lot of them will spend the time boasting and socializing, going on as though everything in the world revolved around them and everything was perfectly happy. The very concept makes Chrys sick to her stomach with anger, being someone with a very strong sense of wrong and right. The fact that she grew up in a life defined and shadowed by such people as the sickening elite, ears weighed down with frivolous precious stones and tongues tipped with gossip and lies, does not exactly help to improve her opinion of those who will be attending the solemnity on this night. The wealthy of this new world order can do no right in her eyes, and certainly have never done anything that would be considered beneficial to society otherwise, at least to the young woman. Everything about them -their lifestyle, personalities, vanity and opulence- promotes disdain in the girl's heart. This intense disgust for their way of life is what, after all, prompted her to begin the rebellion.
The young woman steps into the shower to bathe herself after approximately two hours of her morning workout, a regime that she has kept to even before the sudden change, at least when her job did not interfere with it. While she may be someone who has a gift for strategy -aided by allies- and a love for books, the young woman also sees value in remaining physically fit at all times. After all, you never know when it may be necessary to fight someone, or outrun a person without becoming winded. Seeing all possibilities in her clearly organized brain makes the young woman slightly paranoid and, at times, a bit overly prepared. As in, she doesn't always focus enough on one thing, trying to cover all of the bases but never quite excelling at any of them. Of course, that is why there are other people, trusted people, in the rebellion, such as Kent, her right-handman and the acting personal assistant of Marcus. She refuses to address the man as the High King, seeing a power in titles which she refuses to hand over to him.
Chrys steps out of the shower, dries and dresses, wearing simple and easy to move around in clothing; slightly worn jeans, an old T-Shirt, and a beat-up aviator jacket. The young woman appears to have two closets- personal and business, both heavily contrasting in their level of skimpiness and femininity. They are kept separated at all times, because she hates the idea of the two becoming interchangeable with something of a passion. After dressing, the rebel leader places two phones into her messenger bag, one work and one private, and slides on a pair of boots and sunglasses so that she can go out for a walk around time. The first thing the young woman notices is the headline on the paper, "Rebellious Teenager Speaks Out in Lower Manhattan." At first the paper makes her smile slightly, though it vanishes in a second at the sight of the boy's picture in the paper. As soon as your identity has been revealed, death is certain for those who may desire to speak against the bastards upstairs, this is rule number one of her kind. This boy looks so young in the photo, an unfamiliar face who likely stood alone, backed by no organization. The thought increases her anger and resolve against the family, something not difficult to do. After purchasing the paper, the twenty-three year old walks down the sidewalk reading it. There are hostilities against the Bennets and all who work for them, of course, but rarely do people point them towards her. She gives no clear evidence of any relation, after all, though no sign of being part of the rebellion is clear either. To most people, she is just another person suffering under their tyranny.