Sylvia the Satanist 2017

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As some of you may already know, I have a weird affinity for Goth Mary Sues. Especially my own.

Sylvia (I don't remember whether she had a last name or not- I seem to recall picking one out of a magazine, but I can't remember what it was) was my alter ego/Goth!Sue from when I was 13. I've drawn other pictures of her over the years, but they didn't seem quite right. I'd forgotten a lot about Sylvia's design over time, but this time I wracked my brain and remembered as much as I could to get it as correct as possible. I wanted to do a proper picture of her that really looked nice. And looking at this, I can confidently say that this is Sylvia, through and through. In the other attempts at drawing her, I'd forgotten the stripes in her hair, the rat tail, some of her facial piercings, and I didn't get her hair style just right. Her teeth were also filed down to points, which you can't see here. I just realized I forgot to add in her fishnets.

Because I was only 13 and my taste wasn't exactly stellar, Sylvia did look a bit garish, but she was just garish all around. That's what she was all about. She worshiped the devil, drank blood (not because she was a vampire, but just because she was evil and 13-year-old Enamorte thought that's just what Satanists did), had her way with whatever guy she wanted, bossed all of her friends around, did drugs, summoned demons and had sex with them, flouted authority, etc...In other words, she was the typical Goth Mary Sue. She even used rabbit blood (harvested from poor field rabbits behind the abandoned church she and her friends lived in) like styling gel for her hair- in particular, that sort of rat tail you see there. I....don't know. Don't even ask. I was a disturbed child.

Sylvia was, in many ways, a predecessor to Grace. The key difference being Grace had more depth.

There's a quiet, sly little troll inside of me that keeps whispering suggestions to do something more with Sylvia, draw her more, etc. But the rational part of me says no, there's nothing more to really be done. She's a shallow, ridiculous character whose only future would be obnoxious and cringe-worthy. But I guess that's why my inner troll is eyeing her off. Things like that are a guilty pleasure of mine.

For now, however, Sylvia will simply have to stand as a relic of 1997, a snapshot of my inner adolescent turbulence. I can hear the Lost Highway soundtrack just looking at her.



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