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Sydney Lynn Mackenzie

Roleplay: "Fractured Pieces"

Player: MoonKissedFlower

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned


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Synopsis
The smile hides the pain. She hates to burden others with her own faults and does everything in her power to make everyone happy, even if it includes sacrificing herself. She would much rather bare all the pain than see it on anyone else.


Description

иι¢киαмє Syd
αgє 20
σ¢¢υραтισи Motorcycle Mechanic. Paid under the table
нαιя Dirty blonde, Shoulder blade length. Rarely down.
єуєѕ Blue
нєιgнт 5'2"
ωєιgнт 106lbs
вσ∂у туρє Fit, but not too muscular. 
мαякιиgѕ No Piercings, but dozens of scars from life. Single tattoo on her ribcage. 


Personality
ρєяѕσиαℓιту туρє The passive protector. She wont interject herself into anything, she'd rather let others decide, she hates making ripples. But if someone is in harms way she will be the first to jump in.
мσяαℓѕ αи∂ вєℓιєfѕ Everyone else is important. She is disposable. Syd does everything she can for the benefit of others. She only ever did one thing truly for her own sake and its not something she likes to think about.
нαвιтѕ hurting herself. Not intentionally, but being a mechanic gets her her fare share of cuts and bruises. Also the way she'd step in front of a fist for a complete stranger tends to land her with injuries she'd never come across otherwise. 
єνєяуσиє киσωѕ She's a tomboy and doesn't care if she gets dirty. She'll never say a negative word towards any one else. 
ρєσρℓє мιgнт иσт киσω She absolutely hates herself, feels worthless.
gєиєяαℓ ∂ємєαиσя Always wears a smile and is generally happy go lucky. She always tries to point out the silver lining.
ιитєяα¢тισи ωιтн σтнєяѕ She tends to stay back in a crowd, not one to pipe in unless necessary. She isn't one for physical contact unless its someone she trusts. Has a tendency to act rather erratically if unprepared for contact. 


Equipment / Abilities
єqυιρмєит a pair of mechanics gloves, a locket
тσσℓѕ A wrench in her back pocket
αвιℓιтιєѕ Avoiding confrontation by just doing it herself
ρσωєяѕ none
ѕкιℓℓѕ She can fix almost any thing mechanical. No one knows it, but she also has a killer singing voice (she just never sings in public)


History
fαмιℓу ℓιfє She is a runaway. Hasn't lived with her father since she was ten years old.
нσмє ℓιfє Lived on the streets since she was ten. Taken in by a young man who owned a mechanics shop.
єχρєяιєи¢є ℓєαяиє∂ fяσм ℓιfє Don't trust people.

єνєитѕ тнαт мσυl∂є∂ мє 
Losing mom at the age of five left Sydney in a very bad place. Being the only child she was left to fill every void. Becoming the object of every imaginable abuse, Syd was tortured by her own father for five years. Her child hood was virtually stolen. Kept locked in her room, she only ever saw another face whenever her father got pissed or horny. Scars mar a lot of her body, evidence of the abuse her father delivered, but she'll never tell a soul that. She has stories that she uses for each scar, all stories are quite plausible, but none of them are true. 

When she ran away at ten, she took nothing but her mothers locket with her. She lived alone on the streets for years, slowly starving until she tried to pick the wrong pocket. The man took pity on her and took her home. He was a mechanic and took her to live in the shambles of an apartment above his garage. Everything started out rather nicely. Free rent, free food. He was even teaching her how to work on the cars and bikes that came through. But then he started wanting payment, wanted her to do things. Thing like her father used to want. She was still a child and merely thought all men were like this. So she unwillingly went through with the tortures the man put her under. 

By the time she was fourteen she had had enough. And one day while out working with him, she left the car jack unattended and let it fall on him. It didn't kill him, but at least now he couldn't touch her. Still, Syd decided it was better to live on the streets. Stealing a bike from the shop she took off to live on the streets again.

It was on a cold New York night that Syd's bike decided to stop working. She stopped on a bridge to try and fix it, kicking at the stupid thing. She was hit by a drunk driver and crushed into a building, more than just concrete breaking under the metal car frame. she woke up three days later in the hospital, new scars and reminders of the day people tried to convince her didn't happen. After she was healed up, a permanent metal rod in her thigh. Her leg wasn't quite a mobile as it used to be, a good portion of the muscle missing from the surgery. In the cold especially, the metal thing hurt more than anything.


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