Sylvie Froisd-Demerjent

Name: Sylvie Froid-Demerjent
Age: 22 years
Place of birth: Provence, southern France (Demergent estate near Marseille)
Social status: an impoverished noblewoman from an ancient but dying family

•>Parameter Description.•

Height: 168 cm.

Body type: slender, fine-boned, thin, with sharp angles of the shoulders and collarbones - a consequence of malnutrition in recent years

Face: aristocratically pointed, with high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin

Eyes: grey-green, cold, with a heavy, intense gaze reminiscent of the winter sea

Hair: Ash-blond, smooth, often pulled back into a tight bun at the back of the head (a few strands always stick out because there is no maid)

Skin: pale, with a slight pearlescent sheen—the southern sun hasn't touched her face for a long time (she rarely leaves the house because of shame about her dresses)

Clothes: a single mouse-gray muslin dress, repeatedly darned but perfectly cleaned. Her corset is cinched to a crispness—the only luxury she allows herself to "keep her posture."

Distinguishing feature: On her right hand, on the ring finger, she wears a massive ring with a cloudy sapphire and an engraved family crest (an oak branch and a dagger). The ring is clearly too large and dangles, but she instinctively holds it in place with her palm.

• Childhood: She was the youngest daughter in the family, spoiled and cheerful. Her father was a former military man, and her mother was a sickly, quiet woman.
• Fall: first the mother died (fever), then the father (a duel in which he was in the wrong). Debts snowballed. The serfs scattered within a year - some to the city, some to the north, some to other masters.
• Present: There are only two rooms left in the mansion that she can heat. The kitchen doesn't work. A neighboring widow brings her food for a rare coin. Almost all the land has been sold, but prices have fallen, and the proceeds are only enough to pay off part of the debts.

• "Do you think I'm afraid of poverty? No. I'm afraid of getting used to it."

• "My body is the last asset of the Demergent family. And if I can invest it profitably... well, I will do so with the same grace with which my great-grandmother signed the marriage contract."

• "Don't confuse my silence with humility, monsieur. I'm just counting words."

• "This ring is heavier than my entire wardrobe. And it's the only thing I won't take off even in the grave."