Sydney’s mother Clemensia was a famed Cardian performer. She fled from Cardia after a power grab gone awry, and Sydney was born in Arvum. She summarily walked out on Sydney. The man Sydney thought to be her father moved to Arx with her, where he acquired debt with the wrong people, got himself poisoned, and all of his debt fell to Sydney. Being barely into her teens, she got underwater on things quickly, and ended up all but owned by that debt. She took dives for coppers, scraped by, slept in bars and streets, and nearly froze to death in the winters.
Petraea Livy terrified her by gobbling up all the debt she owed to multiple lenders and telling her in no uncertain terms that she would be working for the Scales - and oh by the way, her real father was Cardian nobility who got her entire bloodline killed and Gaius Tullus (a rather potent Cardian noble), wanted her dead.
After a few years of proving herself running a mix of morally murky tasks, Petraea (sometimes prickly and often awkward woman that she was) revealed that she was Sydney’s half-aunt. That being indebted to her was never a real thing, just a way to keep her in sight. She also learned that one of her sisters who escaped Cardia self-immolated herself due to the powerful and uncontrollable nature of her fire magic. She met allies, and she formulated a plan with them to put an end to Marcus Sulla (and then Malar), both of whom were ever just out of reach of their designs. One of them went on to slay Gaius Tullus back in Cardia.
She made wonderful friends along the way, dated freely, laughed often, and drank just as often. She called everyone with more than one syllable by a nickname, wanted or not. She was afraid to tell people she loved them. She reveled in a good spar, but soon realized she hated seeing people die, and took every effort to limit casualties, something that with her bare-handed style she had every ability to dictate without limiting herself.
She broke after being in Bastion. She tucked her tail and ran sooner than anyone else when she saw how overwhelming the force was. She picked up the pieces, and they never really fit back in the right places, but she carried on. She trembled through many of the fights after that.
She fought with allies to obtain The Last Breath, one of the piece of the Will. She fought to defend Artshall. She fought to retake Bastion. She inherited Petraea’s wealth and name, became Sydney Livy, and donated almost all of it to the Lower Boroughs. She helped convince Cardian dragons to return to Arvum, she helped fight back the final assault of Azazel’s forces, and she stood shoulder to shoulder with her allies and defended the Thinnest Point. She said her goodbyes to those she loved, and flew forth back to Cardia to help finish the Civil War alongside Cynara, to whatever outcome.
Sydney was often a coward beneath the mask she wore around most people, but she found the courage to fight for what she cared about and who she cared about when it mattered. Her highest skills were Brawl and Empathy.
My sincerest gratitude to all of the lovely story scenes over the years from Sydney’s dearest friends and companions (Yes, if you suspect I’m talking about you, I am!), for the many people who enthusiastically accepted her being an antagonistic brat at the start, and for the rest for being patient with her, to the people who Sydney never got close to but I sure as hell noticed and adored, and last but not least all the storytellers, with special kudos to Herja, Crawfish, and Apostate. All of you helped sculpt something super meaningful to me.
Now I’m going to go roll Composure at Daunting.
