beautiful, tragic, tepid .. .
starling.⊹ age: eighteen
⊹ year: seventh
* ━ ━ about .
Sole heiress to the Starling fortune. Nine-point-five inch cedar wood, unicorn tail hair wand. Slightly yielding.
White bengal tiger patronus. Freshly cut grapefruit, bergamot, quill ink amortentia. Undisclosed boggart.
Aloof, disinterested, cold. Easily bored. Relishes the game, the hunt, the chase. Has zero qualms about using beauty and charm to manipulate and get what it is she wants. Despises her parents. Slow to trust.
Brilliant albeit rare genuine smile. Secretly loves to dance. Fondness for pints of Guinness, which surprises most people. Playful and mischievous as a pixie when the mood takes her.
Known for wearing a variety of silver rings on every finger -- most notably an enchanted snake that, most curiously, writhes and hisses at frequent intervals.
Born into the prestigious, old money and staunchly pure-blooded Starling family, Sylvie was no stranger to a life of ease and plenty.
However, with both parents emotionally distant and often absent for lengthy periods of time -- father, a high-ranking ministry official and mother a famous socialite, the majority of her childhood was spent under the watchful eye of a nanny, who, under strictest instructions, reiterated on a consistent basis the harshest forms of pure-blood propaganda and ideals.
When it came time for her to begin her first year at Hogwarts, the very idea of being anything less was abhorrent to her.
Whilst her years at the school may have softened her views somewhat, Sylvie remains rather unlikable still in her predilection toward snark, biting remarks, general aloofness and a rather nasty tendency toward looking down her nose as those she deems below her.
Rumor has it, in direct contrast to these qualities, that the little witch has some albeit rare moments of genuine tenderness and utterly darling bouts of wit.
✥ The snake ring adorning her left index finger is a charmed, ancient Starling heirloom passed down from generation to generation -- its frequent hissing is audible and occasionally, one might observe Sylvie listening as though it were speaking to her. Is it? She'll never tell.
✥ Both of her parents are high-ranking dark wizards, part of a highly secretive inner circle of pure-blooded witches and wizards who believe that another Wizarding War is coming. Their involvement is not a well-known fact in the outside world and Sylvie does not speak of it.
✥ Sylvie has a strange relationship with food and often has little appetite -- this likely stems from a weight complex bestowed upon her by her mother who has pestered her about watching what she eats her whole life. Does drink copious amounts of tea, however.
White bengal tiger patronus. Freshly cut grapefruit, bergamot, quill ink amortentia. Undisclosed boggart.
Aloof, disinterested, cold. Easily bored. Relishes the game, the hunt, the chase. Has zero qualms about using beauty and charm to manipulate and get what it is she wants. Despises her parents. Slow to trust.
Brilliant albeit rare genuine smile. Secretly loves to dance. Fondness for pints of Guinness, which surprises most people. Playful and mischievous as a pixie when the mood takes her.
Known for wearing a variety of silver rings on every finger -- most notably an enchanted snake that, most curiously, writhes and hisses at frequent intervals.
Born into the prestigious, old money and staunchly pure-blooded Starling family, Sylvie was no stranger to a life of ease and plenty.
However, with both parents emotionally distant and often absent for lengthy periods of time -- father, a high-ranking ministry official and mother a famous socialite, the majority of her childhood was spent under the watchful eye of a nanny, who, under strictest instructions, reiterated on a consistent basis the harshest forms of pure-blood propaganda and ideals.
When it came time for her to begin her first year at Hogwarts, the very idea of being anything less was abhorrent to her.
Whilst her years at the school may have softened her views somewhat, Sylvie remains rather unlikable still in her predilection toward snark, biting remarks, general aloofness and a rather nasty tendency toward looking down her nose as those she deems below her.
Rumor has it, in direct contrast to these qualities, that the little witch has some albeit rare moments of genuine tenderness and utterly darling bouts of wit.
✥ The snake ring adorning her left index finger is a charmed, ancient Starling heirloom passed down from generation to generation -- its frequent hissing is audible and occasionally, one might observe Sylvie listening as though it were speaking to her. Is it? She'll never tell.
✥ Both of her parents are high-ranking dark wizards, part of a highly secretive inner circle of pure-blooded witches and wizards who believe that another Wizarding War is coming. Their involvement is not a well-known fact in the outside world and Sylvie does not speak of it.
✥ Sylvie has a strange relationship with food and often has little appetite -- this likely stems from a weight complex bestowed upon her by her mother who has pestered her about watching what she eats her whole life. Does drink copious amounts of tea, however.