MAIN INFO Name: Sylviana Fiorangela Sorano di Padua. Alias: Sylvia (shortcut that she allows all her acquaintances in Brotherhood to use); Fia (prefers only really close people call her like that); Il gufo latteo («Pale Owl», known under this nickname among thieves, footpads & etc); Angela / Ange (for non-assassin buddies and workmates). Faction: Assassins. Rank: II, Servitore. Job: Glassblower master assistant. Place of birth: Italy (Republic of Veneto), Padua, Villa Sorano. Place of living:Italy (Republic of Veneto), Venice, Fondamenta del Vin, old birdhouse. Current florins: 5945 Total florins: 7145
APPEARANCE INFO Age: 19 (date of birth: 07.12.1492, zodiac sign: Sagittarius) Height: 167 cm (5’5”) Weight: 55 kg (121 lb) Eye color: chestnut brown Hair color: golden ash. Skin color: pale butter. Peculiarities: no tattoos or scars (apart from traditional assassin’s burn mark on ring finger); a few moles on both forearms.
FIGHTING INFO Equipment: hookblade; schiavona; red scarf. Inventory: (these things do not give her any power/agile/etc boosts; they can’t be used in fight as well) various dices, a few packs of playing cards, thin ropes, picklocks, small knife for cutting ropes/clothes/etc. Storage: - Weapon of choice: hidden blades; footpad’s daggers and throwing knives; light swords or customized ones. Longswords, halberds and maces are definitely not for her; too heavy and/or long. Sylvia prefers light weapons, such as knives or daggers; she hopes to get a customized double hidden blade in future. Fighting tactics: Sylvia is definitely not the strongest person you’ve ever met. She is quite fragile and weak; she knows it well. So girl usually relies on her speed and agility; all her skills are focused on finishing off opponent with a single movement, mostly in footpad’s style. She flees immediately when she understands that she can’t kill opponent within a few first movements. Sylvia usually fights to protect herself, when she has no opportunity to flee. Lately, she got a good swordsman training practice from the messere Savas of the Cianci household; that slightly raised her stamina and now she is rather good with a swordplay, with venetian schiavona as the weapon of preference. Her tactics were refined and she no longer retreats at first call of danger.
PERSONAL INFO Personality: +versatile, engaging, highly informed, likeable, intuitive+ -fearing the isolation, unstable, mistrustful+ Sylvia is really patient and calm with people; after all she’d been taking care of brother and house for quite a long period of time! She adores taking care of kids; Sylvia might even act overprotective towards them. If you ever end up asking her for some help, she will go on full doing everything she can for you; being well-informed and pretty much versatile, she is capable of real miracles for people whom she likes. On the other side, Fia lives in a constant fear that people might use her for their bad motives; not doubting the Brotherhood, she can be quite mistrustful towards some members. Partially it is due to her teenage trauma of father and brother being betrayed; other reason for her doubts is that it were footpads who brought her to the creed, and as a gambler she barely trusts anyone. However, if the intuition tells her to rely on someone, she does so without much questions. +optimistic, adventurous, jovial, creative, lucky+ -suffers from heavy depressions, mentally unstable, chaotic- Sylvia is usually an optimist; though sometimes she ends in depression… Which is totally not the best for her; being mentally unstable, Fia needs lots of supports – but she is afraid of bothering people too much, so she tends to hide her suffering up until it breaks out. She often relies on pure luck, intuition and optimism, which can make her actions way too chaotic for other people; don’t worry though, that female always has a plan. +organized, clear headed, methodical, adaptable, respectful, living on full+ -critical, fussy, absent-minded, superstitious, ever-guilty- She has excellent memory considering people, faces, maps and so on (anything that is connected to assassin’s business); she can even draw detailed portraits of people whom she randomly saw on streets, which is pretty useful for tracking targets. But in everyday routine she is sometimes absent-minded – she can rummage though room for a long time, searching for something, until she recalls that she’s put that thing in bag. The girl is a religious one; she attends Mass and tries to visit church on any major religious holiday. Sylvia also lights candles in name of anyone she kills, praying for their good afterlife. She also tries to repent all her sins – thievery, kills, courtesan affairs - by praying constantly… Though somehow Sylvia understands that it’s kind of useless – she enjoys gambling and acting on public while on missions, she finds assassin’s duties being cool and the thing Sylvia despises most in herself – she adores men’s attention to herself. So Sylvia suffers from these contradictions and that’s also the main reason of her fierce moodswings.
Likes: her owl, wine red color, footpads & doctors, reading, cityscapes from sight of bird, various flowers (especially datura and lilies), combing hair (both when someone combs her hair and when she does it herself), domes, candles, freshly baked bread, taking care of kids, sewing clothes, learning things, foods from different countries, snowy weather. Dislikes: freezing, annoying street minstrels, anyone who enters her lair without special invitation (even friendly assassins drop-in), doves, broken glass, situations when fellow assassins result in danger because of her, being reminded of previous life.
Tidbits: - Sylvia has an owl (Verreaux’s Eagle Owl), named Donato. She named it after her brother, as the owl usually helps her, especially during night. The owl is quite big (height - 1’8”; wingspan – 6’0”), and it has quite unusual feathering for local area – milk white with grey and gold patterns. - Sylvia changes hairstyle sometimes, and she knows dozens of ways how to braid hair. Usually she keeps her head under hood, as her hair color can’t be left without attention. - By the way, even if she feels reluctant about it, perhaps Sylvia would make a perfect courtesan – she is eye-catching, pretty and well-mannered. And if Brotherhood needs it – she’ll act like a courtesan. However, she’d never put on the clothes that fits her better than a workrobe, if it was not for a man whom she likes. - Sylvia is also quite good in thievery and gambling! All thanks to Ciro, footpad, who taught her lots of tricks; though usually she shows simple tricks to kids, who love it. - Sylvia loves reading, especially poetry. Ask her to quote something from Alighieri’ verses, and she’ll retell you whole “Divine Comedy”! Bringing her books is one of easiest ways to win her heart. Second thing she’ll be grateful for is drawing tools (mostly paper and good charcoals).
Wishes: Sylvia has a couple of wishes, which she prays to come true. -to find a fitting man; someone, who could act like a support to her and whom she could take care of herself Seems to have found someone to spend the rest of her life with; new goal - to make him become an assassin... -to become a master assassin -to rebuild the Villa Sorano that belonged to her father
BACKGROUND INFO (main outline) 1492 – birth; known relatives: Girolamo Sorano (father), Elena Sorano (mother), Donato Sorano (elder brother). 1500 – death of Elena Sorano. 1504 – Girolamo Sorano marries second time; his new wife is Chiarina Lacetto. 1505 – birth of Sylvia’s younger brother, Dulce. 1506 – Girolamo Sorano is accused of political betrayal and sentenced to death. Chiarina Sorano is slowly loosing mind; Donato Sorano starts working for local government. 1508 – Donato Sorano is accused of political betrayal and sentenced to death. Villa Sorano is sold to pay off Sylvia, Chiarina and Dulce’s innocence; remnants of family are moved to live with Lacetto family. Sylvia is made to work as courtesan, but is disgusted to do it. She escapes from Padua with a band of footpads, led by Ciro. 1509 – Ciro leaves Sylvia in Venice, giving her recommendation to assassins. After a few month girl finally joins assassins to discover that her father was one of them. 1511 – Sylvia is training under local Master’s guidance and works in glass shop. This year she visits Constantinople along with all the other assassins; afterwards, her efforts are concentrated on getting her little brother from the Lacetti's. 1512 - After living over Alek's death and ranking up, Sylvia gets a grasp over herself and sets on growing into a master assassin. She receives her family treasures and pledges her loyalty to the creed and her blood heritage again.
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Fiorangela was born in family of Girolamo Sorano da Padua, nobleman from a wealthy family. Sylvia’s mother, Elena, initially was daughter of Venetian master glassblower. Even though she was not of the same class as Girolamo was, the nobleman was captivated by her beauty and asked for her hand. Both families were not really happy about it, but did not protest much. So Girolamo married Elena and took his young wife to Villa Sorano, Padua.
Sylvia was a second child; girl had an elder brother, Donato (he was 6 years older than she). They were really close to each other; after Elena’s death (poor woman died from a severe pneumonia) Donato took responsibility of bringing up Sylvia. Girolamo was rather content with that son decided to help him, and tried to overcome death of beloved one by working all days and nights long. He claimed that no other woman will be able to win his heart. However, fate decided in a different way; 4 years after Elena’s death Girolamo was introduced to young daughter of another of nobleman, Chiarina Lacetto. She was charming and witty girl, as well as quite wise. Girolamo lost his head in a moment of passion and soon enough there was a wedding. At the beginning both kids were quite on good terms with Chiarina (although she was just 3 years older than Donato was). She loved them back; after a year of marriage there was another child in family – a boy, whom they named Dulce. Sylvia loved to play with younger brother, as well as Donato did.
Unfortunately, when Sylvia was 14, her father was accused of political betrayal of Republic of Veneto. He was sentenced to death and hung. Terrified Chiarina ended up in deep depression, while Donato had nothing else to do but to apply for working for local government – he wanted to prove that his father was innocent.
Chiarina slowly started growing mad. As servants did not want to work for a crazy mistress from an outcast family, Sylvia had nothing else but to take constant care of Dulce and look after house. She had no free time at all… Meanwhile, her stepmother began seeing Girolamo instead of Donato; young man had to avoid her, as his stepmother tried her best to drag her “dear husband” to bed. He tried to bring Chiarina back to senses, but she never listened. Poor woman thought that her husband somehow escaped trial, and now was hiding under son’s name. After some time Donato even moved to room next to Sylvia, hiding at her place at night in case if Chiarina started knocking in his door and trying to get in the room.
Blinded by madness and lust, Chiarina thought that her “husband” preferred daughter instead of her; and so she wrote accusation note to the local government, blaming Donato in continuing what his father begun. So two years after the first tragedy, Sylvia’s elder brother was hung as well. Poor girl did not know what to do; their family was ruined, all she had was younger brother and mad stepmother. Father’s relatives did not want to help at all, ashamed by his deeds; Chiarina’s relatives agreed to give them a place to live. However, there was one condition – in order to pay off food and stay for Chiarina and Dulche, Sylvia had to become a courtesan. Desperate girl agreed on this term.
However after the first “client” she got ill; it was not a physical illness though – she was disgusted with herself. One thought of selling her body for money made her throw up. Luckily, Lacetto did not understand it; they just brought her a doctor. Fortuna smiled to Sylvia; Dottore understood the girl and advised her to escape. It took Sylvia quite a lot of time to agree – she did not want to leave behind younger brother and mother. Still, there was no other way out, and with Dottore’s help Sylvia escaped from Padua with a band of footpads. After getting better from her illness, Sylvia was sent to next client; but as she was escorted to the assigned place, footpads attacked the escort and kidnapped her. Sylvia was thought to be dead up from that moment.
In fact, she travelled with footpads for nearly a year; they taught her how to fight and take care of herself. For a short period of time young girl though that she was in love with leader of the band, Ciro; it seemed to be that he understood it on his own, and decided on leaving girl to someone who could take care of her. Sylvia was quite sad with such a decision, but had to accept it – she understood that leader of footpads was did not want to risk her life, nor he was able to give her happiness, because of their lifestyle. For the futher information on this period of her life please read the Via Dolorosa pre-story; work in progress!
Sylvia ended up in Venice; footpads let her live in one of their local lairs, old birdhouse. They also left her a recommendation to assassins. Girl was hesitant of it, but in the end she contacted with assassins. Thanks to the bureau’s archives she learnt that her father was an assassin, and he was master of Padua’s branch; he was accused by templars, who needed to get rid of him.
After learning about it, Sylvia decided on joining assassins and getting her revenge on people who ruined her life (and, perhaps, retrieving Dulche, whom she still considers being her brother). Upon arrival, she started training under Fiddy’s guidance; she also works in her grandfather’s workshop. He’d lost his sight and can’t see her, so Sylvia is out of danger of being recognized (she looks a lot like her mother, Elena). Still, she loves taking care of gramps and other relatives, especially her small nephews.
For a time being she had been lacking initiative; tiles turned when everyone was gathered in Constantinople. Sylvia was late to the campaign, and she was met by messere Alessandro Fidei, who took her under his wing for a time being abroad. Obviously poor girl fell in love with the fellow, as he had a fatherly attitude towards her and spent quite a lot of time with her. However, messere Sandro had been engaged by that time for quite a while. Sylvia had to back off; her interest switched to a fellow assassin, Alek, in whom she was searching comfort. He was a sweet guy to her opinion; besides, he'd helped her to get Dulce back from Lacetti's. They have been dating for a while, but unfortunately Fia had't found same support in him as she did in Alessandro. They were on verge of breaking up when Alek disappeared; upon receiving his letter with excuses and news of his death, Sylvia lost ability to speak yet again due to the stress. Faulting herslef for what had happened to him, she fell inactive again.
With help of Cianci's - even though they are templari, Sylvia still loves them for all the hospitality and tenderness they give to her - she had somehow recovered from the wounds. During her stay at their place Sylvia was introduced to Roland; despite them belonging to different orders, young people fell for each other. As Sylvia grew up as a person and no longer needed the support she had been aching for, she accepted his submissive role in their relationships, appearing and disappearing in his life all the time. Roland seems to be fine with it, though?...
Currently she is finishing the preparations for the special mission that La Signora gave to her.
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◊ Birthplace: Some place near Turkey ◊ Occupation: Personal Body Guard for L'avvoltoio ◊ Resides in: Venezia, Roma ◊ Rank: Cavaliere
◊ Stats: HP= 8 STR = 26 DEF= 18 DEX = 16 AGI = 42
◊ Likes: She is a simple girl; having grown up with very little and always sharing with her siblings. She likes to sit and have her mother brush her hair and sing songs with her. She likes it when her mother makes her something new to wear with spare cloth that she bought with her extra job and the satisfaction that she works hard enough support them. She also loves to dance. It’s one of her passions as well as singing, but she also shy about it to the extent that you have to be rather close with her to know that she does it. She likes reading books on just about anything that she can get her hands on; though she struggles to read. Watching the sunsets or sunrises and lazily lying in bed with FeiFei before she starts her chores are guilty pleasure for her. She really likes brandy and drinking her brothers under the table as well as scraping. She loves to fight; especially when it comes to knife fighting.
◊ Dislikes: She has very few dislikes. Her biggest dislike is the sight of needles. She cannot stand needles at all. She hates her father and when someone speaks to her in her native Turkish language, her stomach grows a bit sick because it reminds her of him. Do not touch her back or around her neck, she will quickly get on guard and will go for your throat. She doesn’t like to be thought bad of because of her race; in fact she tends to keep that a secret unless she trusts a person quite a bit.
◊ Hair color: Muted dirty blonde at the roots of her head to a dark umber that ends at the tips. ◊ Eye color: Both of her eyes are caramel ◊ Skin color: Sun-kissed tan. ◊ Distinguishing marks:
- She has very intricate scars riddling her back and along both of her arms. They were craved into her back with a syringe.
-She has a beauty mark under her left eye.
◊ Personality: To say the least, she has /changed/ quite abit. She is still in the same hand naive and rather inquisitive in nature, but she has a rather harsh streak. She does not trust as she did once before and to appear to her as an enemy means she will attempt to dispose of you before you can do anything to harm her or her family. Her hope and understanding of the Brotherhood has long been lost and in turn, she only believes in what she can hold onto. And that speaks volumes towards her trust in her family... and little to no one else.
Being raised with a complex system of roles between women and men has caused Desdemona to give her the mindset of a man. She is the main bread winner of the family since she is the eldest child. Therefore, she is the man of the family and by all rights, acts like it. She drinks ale, curses and scuffles with the best and doesn’t worry much about fitting into the womanly role. For those who know her best… They know she is slowly gaining her individuality once more after it being broken of her. She is still greatly wounded from the experience and while she is strong-willed, she is still skittish when it comes to having someone confront her. She has nerves and she will hesitate before taking an action. It could be called an advantage because it has made her more calculating and analytical, but not in a situation that calls for it. Nonetheless, she enjoys teasing men and holding their attentions, but not actually doing anything with it. She is quite intrigued by what the mechanics of love or physical attraction are, but when it comes to acting on them, she is rather shy. You could say she is a contradiction.
The days on the Caravan were hard and full of scavenging for food. . .
Andrezej made sure that this was true. With 5 wives and most of them having at least 4 children each; the children weren’t seen as much more than ways to bring in income... until the day that his 3rd wife and the only one that hadn’t been able to conceive, gave birth to a girl of light hair during the summer. Her mother called her a child of miracles; her father regarded her light hair and instantly saw his own death in her. Light hair in his opinion was something that likened his own offspring to a devil. Syeira begged him to allow her to keep the child, knowing that she may not survive the birth of another. And this child was something that was to be kept, she could be useful. Andrezej agreed, but dubbed the child; ‘Desdemona’, which could be very well shown as a connection with a demon. She bore her mother’s whiskey dark eyes and her father’s richly sun-kissed skin, but still, her hair set her apart from her siblings. To remedy this, her mother kept her hair cropped short to her head. She grew up like any other child on the caravan: stealing money and food for the family to eat. But, being an outcast only meant that she had to work harder to get her father’s approval in the simplest things; she worked hard to beat her brother’s in wrestling and steal the most things. Anything to show that she was worth having alive, but Andrezej paid her no mind. She had inherited her mother’s attitude and resilience and thinking back on it now, she was grateful; this saved her life. They moved frequently along the Eastern European countries over the years. Stopping for months at a time so that they could get enough money to survive another trip and as Desdemona grew older, she began to notice more that she related more to her brothers than her sisters. Her sisters were busy washing and cleaning, her brothers were out in the market; causing mischief and bringing home food, but she brought more than they did. She became the head of the household in some ways, which only seemed to increase her father’s ire. He forbade her from leaving the caravan and told her she must know her place as a female in this family. So, she stayed around camp; brooding and watching as her sisters and mother worked with her their mothers’ and it came to the point where she had a startling discovery. When they were done with their work, they would dance for fun. It was a small dance that they called ‘Tsifteteli’. She caught to it like a moth to a flame. She busily began to practice just out of her father’s view, on the streets while her father slept or on the dirt floors of the homes they lived in. It came to her attention that even though she wasn’t good; she gartered quite a bit of attention from men and they would throw coins at her feet. It became like a game for her; she continued to dance for the excitement that she could see written on men’s faces and the amazement and sometimes disgusted fascination that covered the women’s. She felt content that she had finally found her place and her father seemed happy at least; He would make shows for her to dance. But, he was taking the money for himself to feed his gambling addiction rather than giving it back to the family. And he grew increasingly hostile towards her mother, who didn’t like the idea of her only child being displayed as some object. Andrezej demanded she dance. Desdemona was already a liability for her appearance why shouldn’t she be selling what she could? She was 14 years and she was considered of marrying age, but Andrezej would lose his meal ticket, he realized. He thought of ways to make sure she would never leave him. He looked at his lovely little daughter and he asked if she wanted to please him. And of course, without hesitation, she said ‘Yes’. It was on the eve of her 15th year when Desdemona was awoken by her father and 2 of her elder brothers. They smiled to her and brandished what looked like a syringe. Their mother had just died that previous week. They had looked at her and blamed her for their bad fortune. She had been letting her hair grow and it reached her hips and unlike her mother and sisters, she did not cover herself from head to foot. They believed that God was punishing them, so they would have to pay respects to him. Her father said nothing; only kept asking if she wanted to please him. She begged her brothers to see the light, but they only saw their grief and so they began to carve things into her skin, ignoring her screams of agony and constant thrashing… The art of marking the skin was something that was considered a sin because it was the mutilation of God’s vessel. She would be seen as ugly to her people. She broke away before they added their mother’s ashes to her body and therefore the testament was not complete. She fled to her mother; tripping over herself and screaming for help. It woke the whole caravan and the lights of lamps seemed to flicker on. She mused that they looked like fireflies as she continued to run towards the fortune Teller’s tent. Her father was close behind alas and reached for her; his fist wrapped in her hair and he yanked the girl back just before she could reach her mother. “You are a woman and you must know your place. You are mine and always will be. No man will have you.” He was right. She knew he was right and it made her livid. She could very well be unable to find a suitor because of this disfigurement… And so it stayed that way until her 17th year when they found their way to Venice, Italy. The series of events then seemed to unfold too fast. Her elder brothers soon found wives and had children. They left to create their own caravans which left Desdemona as the eldest child. Her father; who still had a firm reign over the caravan… was killed, as her mother said. She didn’t know why her father had been slain, rather why anyone would take the time to kill the man. Only that she was the eldest of the caravan with her father’s blood and she was now the rightful head of the family… She could still dance for income, but that wouldn’t sustain the family for long, she knew this as she contemplated her actions one night after counting the florins from the evening’s venue. It was one summer’s eve, about a month or so after her father’s death that one of her younger brothers; Kylar, was caught trying to pickpocket some men in the market. She was busily trying to find some cheaper fruit, when her brother; Berkay, found her and told her of what happened. Kylar was getting his hand cut off by men in steel that bore a cross upon it. She ran towards the square, but when she got there, she was already too late… Someone else had saved her brother. The man was in fancy robes and patted her brother’s head as if familiar with him. She asked who he was. He regarded her for a long moment then asked if she wanted to get stronger and take care of her family so that this would not happen any longer. She didn’t have anything else to believe in, but her family. She looked to her brothers and accepted the invitation to the Brotherhood.
(UPDATE!) It seemed then that after she had fallen in love with a Doctor... a healer that was of the wrong side as herself, that things began to spiral into things she could not quite understand- only that she loved this man with all her heart. They grew closer and finally married- her having grown swollen with his children and then giving birth to them, but something happened in a dark alley a mere week after their wedding- he was ambushed. While she knew it was treason, she fought against the side she had called home for a subsequent 4 years and eventually lost her love for the Brotherhood.
She took her vows amongst the Templars soon after and took her side beside her husband as his personal bodyguard- never looking back.
-Inverted Hidden Blade -Scimitar x2 -Iron Fan -Wheel-lock Rifle
-Now the mother of three beautiful babies by the names of Evren, Valentino and Aysegul Cianci- Born in November.
- She is quite obsessed with her husband~ [link] (He is also quite overprotective and she is in turn as well. . . Oh and if you touch him, she will gun for you~ )
- Her native language is Turkish, but in the same spirit, she can speak italian and Romani as well. She curses alot in any of these languages as well.
-She can not read or write very well. It wasnt taught to her and she is very ashamed of this. She will try and avoid doing either at all costs.
-She lived with her mother, her sister-wives and their children. There are about 20; 3 other wives, 14 children including Dessy and 2 house pets. Now resides with her husband at their own villa with 3 children, 20+ animals and family that decides to hang around.
-She has an issue with /sleeping/. She is very much an insomniac.
-She has a set of steel-tipped tarot cards; she is quite enamored with the idea of telling a fortune before doing much of anything... Even if she isnt quite good at it. (She is liken to the Queen of Swords.)
-FeiFei the Rabbit (She is usually with her) (FeiFei was given to her younger sister after giving birth. She now has Took, the black bunny) and Piccino, a baby Egyptian vulture that was given to her by her 'Amore'. A beautiful black cat by the name of Ambra can be seen peeking out of her bodice sometimes.