Sylvia

Sylvia se leva dans une pièce dans un coin non descriptif du Sentinel. Elle avait choisi l'endroit spécifiquement pour qu'elle puisse pratiquer le violon et faire des rugissements sans déranger personne, et avait réussi - du moins avec la partie du violon. Alors qu'elle se dirigeait vers la porte pour se rendre à la réunion, elle décida de relâcher un dernier harnais à pleine usure.
Elle l'a fait.
C'était bruyant.
Très fort.
Alors qu'elle sortait dans l'un des nombreux couloirs du vaisseau aérien, elle pensait indifféremment qu'il y avait un appel amical et accueillant pour les nouveaux arrivants, sachant bien qu'il était généralement perçu comme le contraire.
Elle a marché dans le hall, ses longues jambes de fougère faisant court travail du voyage malgré son rythme occasionnel. Son énorme crinière de cheveux, en grande partie enveloppée dans une queue de cheval extravagante, traînait derrière elle. C'était une chance qu'elle soit aussi grande qu'elle l'était, que les cheveux traînent le long du sol si elle était plus courte. En entendant quelques voix dans l'un des couloirs qu'elle a traversés, elle a continué à marcher et a rapidement atteint la salle de réunion. Cependant, comme elle a regardé en elle a remarqué que les seules personnes dans la pièce étaient la Harpe et ses gardes du corps. Le Harp n'était pas quelqu'un avec qui discuter de façon décontractée, donc elle n'est pas entrée, et au lieu de se balader dans les couloirs près de la pièce, attendant que quelqu'un d'autre vienne.
Sylvia Sterling

Age: 23
Race: Feren (Chrysocyon brachyurus (Maned Wolf) type) (The maned wolf is its own species, not technically a wolf or a fox. From South America, it can run very swifly with its long legs, and its vocalization is called a "roar-bark". Sylvia has retained the mane, the tall figure (it is the tallest of any canine), the large ears, and (most interestingly), the roar-bark, which she can do at will.)
Nationality: Tarcan
Religion: Omnigaia Pact
Color: Silver
Role: Reconnaissance/Long Range Support
Font: Tilt
Sylvia's font is a limited form of gravity manipulation, primarily focused on personal gravity manipulation via floortilting. Sylvia can traverse any surface, no matter the direction, with ease, and is a multiplanal parkour/free-running expert.
Weapon: Violono Della Guerra. Usually just referred to as "Della Guerra", the weapon's title literally means "violin of war." In combat, the weapon is a sniper rifle and a rapier with a five-foot blade, but out of combat the rifle turns into a beautiful silver violin and the rapier turns into the instrument's bow. The violin does not have a soundbox; instead, it appears much like an elaborate electric violin, with the soundbox being emulated by Resonant embedded in the body. The sniper rifle can fire any type of Resonant ammunition to cause various effects, and although bolt action can be fired very quickly by a skilled user in a non-sniping situation.
Personality: Usually reserved. Dignifyingly lighthearted, without ever sacrificing her mental focus and collectedness. Sarcastic and cynical, but usually not in a negative way. Acts in combat as if she was just having a casual chat - her state of mind doesn't change at all from eating lunch to parrying with a deadly foe, which is both unsettling for others and beneficial to her, as she never becomes tense or loses focus.
Background: Born and raised on the coast of the Tarcan Sea, Sylvia's childhood was filled with struggle...but not bad struggle. Her parents were both frequently gone to fight a war, so she had to learn to cope with Tarcanis' harsh living conditions on her own. But learn she did, and she was soon able to discern exactly how her geneology made her different from her human friends. She knew there were other ferens out there, but she never knew any, and not all humans she encountered were kind to her. However, she was welcomed and accepted in the local area where she lived, and was educated in academics, combat, and music. By the time she was recruited into Echo, she had become a warrior worthy of the Tarcan nation, and one ready to tackle any foe with her violin in hand.