Age: 15
Gender: female
Looks: Long marroon hair that comes just a bit past her shoulders and has beachy waves. Large ice blue eyes with long thick eyelashes. Thin rosy pink lips. Smooth pale skin. Very short, 4'11. Slim and slender, almost anorexic. She wears an offwhite knit sweater that passes her butt over a peach colored cami with light washed faded jeans without shoes. Her eyebrows are full and arched in a way that makes her always look sad.
Personality: She's really fierce. She's quick to fire a swear word or two at her captors, and she says what's on her mind. She really couldn't care less about rules and she never will. She knows that she's going to die, she doesn't have any faith. So she's going to go down with a fight.
Bio: She was born in Paris. Her father was an extremely successful artist. Of course, when he cheated on her mother, he was ridiculed a lot. Her mother left them and refused to take Sylvie, who was an only child. Her father took her and fled to America despite her pleas. She was ten at that time. It was hard for her to learn English and she still has a heavy French accent. She learned to play the cello when she was 5 and her father made her play for money, even though she thought her gift shouldn't be used for greed. They lived in a worn down studio apartment in New York, the unsavory part of New York. They were so dirt poor her father was considering prostituting her, but he luckily never got the chance
Description of kidnap: She was playing her cello alone. The only place she could ever be alone was in a certain alley that she found. Nobody ever really knew about it. She was very into it since she didn't have any pressure on her. When she got to the end of her favorite song, a rag was shoved over her nose and mouth, and she instantly blacked out. She woke up in a strange dungeon and her life was forever changed.