Everyone's for sale, if you dig deep enough. Those who say otherwise just haven't had to confront where their own price lies, yet.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Debt-Stricken Brawler
Marital Status: Single
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Bottle Green
Description: Were it not for the concentration of corded muscles in her arms and core, it would be easy enough to mistake Sydney's frame for that of a dancer's - tall, lean, and with long legs that seem well accustomed to subtle, quick movement. By contrast, her hands are rough and almost always beset with callouses, bruises, and scrapes - this is a woman who gets value out of putting her hands to use. She possesses a combination of natural and rugged charms - expressive, startlingly bright bottle-green eyes, and a flash of auburn hair head up the former. Light scars that cut through her freckled cheeks and above her brow, a slight tweak in her nose that's proof positive of a poorly-set fracture from days gone, she's got her fair of rough edges. The sum of her parts add up to a woman that looks just as home with a beaming smile as with an intimidating snarl.
(Sydney's thick, silken auburn hair continues its uncontrolled descent down to lick at the small of her back. She could probably stand to have it neatened, but good luck with that.)
Personality: Everything's smiles, until it's not. Sydney tends to give even the most openly hostile a chance to work their way past her first impression of them. As a result, those she counts as friends come from all walks of life, something she prides herself on. She's fiercely loyal to those that endear themselves to her, and nothing incites her anger faster than injustices or hostilities aimed at those she calls friends. With a mixed upbringing, she's been known to adjust her manner of speaking depending on who she's talking to and where she's talking to them - and that's to say nothing of the stark difference in the way she writes and the way she speaks. Sydney tends to wade into situations headlong, a devil-may-care grin on her face, and if it bites her in the ass, she corrects it. She's not above making an ass of herself on things she thinks might work. Pride is cheap. Results are priceless. She's not prone to overlong bouts of wallowing, even with the bad coinflip that life's thrown her way thus far. That's time better spent on making her future a brighter thing, one step at a time, even if the path is arduous and winding.
Background: It's easy enough to trace back a misfortune to its root, in Sydney's case. After her father succumbed to an illness that swept through him like wildfire, she accepted a loan with unfavorable conditions 'just until she was able to get established'. As it happens, that took just a little longer than she anticipated.
As a smithy's apprentice by trade, adequate coin was meager to come by - too meager for the patience of her unscrupulous debtors. After missing one payment too many, the shop she apprenticed for just so happened to turn up scorched down to the foundations overnight.
Apprenticeship opportunities don't just fall out of the sky, and Sydney wasn't fortunate enough to find another. Left with a sturdy set of arms for swinging and smelting, a personality unfit for a courtesan, and a mountain of debts left to pay off, she landed herself a position as a brawler.
Being a touch less than half-bad at taking and giving a beating proved a boon... as did taking the occasional dive here and there to pad her pockets, when the situation called.
Dreams are for the debtless. Sydney's aspirations are simple: To get out from under the debt she owes and do something more than just scrape by. If cornered, she'll insincerely talk about opening her own shop one day. It's a fair sight better than the truth: She'll go where the coin is best until she's allowed the luxury of having her dreams be her own again.
|Adalyn||She took on an axeman with only her fists during the Rite of Gloria. Is that mad? Maybe. But she's fierce and fiesty and she's got guts. That's my kind of people!|
|Alecstazi||I like her. She didn't demean or condescend to Caleb and while she clearly pulled her punches, she didn't patronize him either. It makes me instantly like her, really. That is not a common thing.|
|Alessia||Very insightful, even in subjects she claims no expertise on. Someone with her wits is a delight to know.|
|Anisha||Sydney, just Sydney. A brawler with a courageous heart and a not-so-quiet confidence. I appreciate her sense of humour. I wonder what she's like when she's not being challenged to a spar.|
|Arcadia||A quiet woman with a good sense of humor. What easy company she makes.|
|Astraea||When I first met her I already had the bias of Legate Cass lingering in my forethoughts but it mattered very little because I still enjoyed meeting her and getting to see that first touch of humanity. When she returned fire with the jokes and stuff. Right then I knew she was kick-ass and why Cassandra thinks so highly of her. Any knight can consider themselves a Templar if they wish to swear oaths and don the holy mantle of a Godsworn. It takes depth of character and principle for someone without that background to carry themselves like a true holy knight should.|
|Bianca||Truly bold, and truly interesting. I envy the wellspring of confidence she seems to possess. At the least, anyone who would partake in the Rite of Gloria with just their fists must have a heart of fire, and that alone is a valuable and impressive quality.|
|Brigida||She certainly seems to enjoy getting a beating as much as she gives one. I fail to see the benefit in doing it without making a point to someone.|
|Caspian||They might not rank, but a decent contender for People's Favorite in The People's Tournament|
|Delia||A fellow lover of whiskey, and owner of a really rather fascinating pair of gloves. She fits in as well at a Whisper party as she does in the Boroughs and I am thoroughly impressed.|
|Dianna||I recall how bold this striking woman is when she fights, as I saw her, once, thought I did not know her name. She has a fury to her that I would not wish to face without my own weapons to match - and she fights unarmed, with brutal beauty.|
|Domonico||So she bested Colette in a contest of unarmed combat. I must be wary of this one.|
|Drusila||As I watch her cling to that dress as if it's the one thing anchoring her to this dream, I get the sudden urge to teach her how to wear it with pride. I want to see what earned her the name waterfall, poetry in motion I expect.|
|Evaristo||Looks fetching in mud and she ran like... a mud monster! I hope we meet again, but perhaps with less mud involved.|
|Gabriella||She seems as skilled with a turn of phrase as she is of fist. There is a look of strength to her; I admit, I am curious to see just how strong for myself.|
|Gerald||An interesting young woman and one who I hope will go far.|
|Hamish||Scrappy. I kind of want to see her hit someone. Else.|
|Jaenelle||Though I was not able to speak with her for long as I attempted to beat Jeffeth, she seemed troubled. One day I would like to ask if everything worked out.|
|Josephine||A precious one, with an infectious smile when one is permitted to see it. She's got sass too.|
|Korka||Surprisingly good head on her shoulders for the friends I've seen her keep. Interesting sense of humor as well.|
|Lenne||When I recieved her note, I expected a scholar. She seems deeply intelligent. Yet, in person, she's a scarred and battered warrior. She reminds me a lot of people from home.|
|Leola||I get the impression she deals with the nobility about as carefully as I. I really do need to impress on her I'm a farmgirl. Maybe if I made more pies ...|
|Lora||An interesting woman who keeps curious company across a wide social field. Surely scrappy. I wonder if she is another causeless, wandering star.|
|Mabelle||Met her as a patient and she was not able to speak, but she let me take care of her. Humility is a rare gift.|
|Magpie||Magpie was all too happy to strike up some friendly rapport with a fellow 'People's Choice' champion. He enjoyed the conversation with her, especially her frank look at life and sharp wit. She's more than welcome to get drunk at the Murder of Crows anytime.|
|Mercedes||Those with powerful lungs should back them with stronger purpose, and something of steel about them. She certainly has that. A shame she is so defiant of authority, but I understand this, too. These are dark and fearful times. I hope she stands alongside her friends when she's the only thing standing between them and something much worse than an inquisitor's badge.|
|Merek||She fights nice, really confident, a great person!|
|Mirari||She's not at all impressed by wealth, and she's got all these appealing sharp edges. I kind of want to see how badly she can cut someone with them. Maybe me, maybe someone else.|
|Mirella||Tough, witty and bold. Those are all good traits.|
|Mirk||A brawler from the Lowers with the mysterious nickname 'The Waterfall.' There's a story there, but I'll have to pry it out of her another time. Sensible, though, and aware of the bigger picture without having a chip on her shoulder about it.|
|Monique||There are no words. Absolutely none. Nightmares. For MONTHS. Brave woman. BRAVE.|
|Nycelani||Pretty. Smart. Fierce. We can be friends, I think. I mean, maybe Ras'll take a liking to her. We're both redheads. We both got green eyes. She's kinda tall, though. Maybe if she's sitting down he won't notice.|
|Petal||A fighter who took on Caspian and might beat him next year and made a great showing at the People's tournament. She seems friendly too.|
|Qadira||She's definitely something. In another life, perhaps I'd have been like her, instead of fighting to catch up. Makes me wish I'd had the backbone to get out earlier, instead of caving to the worst kind of men. It's one thing to meet your objective betters, but when those of your 'kind' are this much better than you...|
|Ras||Got a lot of life in her, and I see those knuckles. Reckon she's punched a lot of folks in the face.|
|Reese||Quiet in the good and thoughtful way. I am interested in learning more about her. I heard she is a hand to hand fighter.|
|Rinel||We are united in grief, now. I pray it does not break her--as it has broken me.|
|Rosalind||She was outspoken and had the best analogies! Someone I wouldn't mind in my corner. And she has red hair!|
|Rowenova||Fellow fisticuffer. She is a good-natured sort, and I somewhat wonder if she has Northern blood in her.|
|Shard||Smiles a lot and seems friendly, which is not something you always run into in the Murder. Said she's a pit fighter, and I suppose she's got the nose to prove it.|
|Sunaia||She seems clever, seems to know her strengths and weaknesses. I'll have to see her fight, sometime.|
|Tanith||Handles her barstools well, lemme tell ya.|
|Tescelina||She claimed to be a Waterfall, I was not sure what this meant until I saw her in motion. It is a thing of wild beauty, though she might take offense to that. A very tall, strapping figure with hair like fire and -- I ought not keep staring.|
|Thomas||She certainly wasn't shy about putting it away at the feast when we met. Or shy about anything else. It is a way of life in the Lowers, I understand, and I cannot help but respect it.|
|Verity||She's like me, but bigger and punchier! This is a compliment, to be clear. It seems like such a fulfilling life, teasing inquisitors and punching annoying people. I hope that we can find further solidarity -- but, regardless, she can call me Ver all she likes.|
|Willow||Red hair, tall, and tipsy - makes Arx feel like Stonedeep because that's the feel of the North.|