date of birth: december 19th, 24 years old
━ father, marcel sinclair
━ older brother, nathan sinclair
race: half wapiti ( father ) and african-american ( mother ).
living conditions: moonshine shack / van der linde gang camp.
relationship status: single
job: moonshiner and collector. does chores around the van der linde camp for miss grimshaw.
eye color: topaz, looks like gold in the sunlight and honey in the darkness.
hair color: reddish brown.
hair type: thick and curly, although her curls remain loose and extremely long.
build: slim, petite. has a little muscle definition and toned stomach.
body details: caramel skin color, nails always manicured. small, delicate hands and long fingers.
education: home-schooled due to racial issues.
social skills: soft-spoken and timid, she doesn’t have a problem holding a conversation with anyone or defending herself and those around her.
quirks: she’s a tad bit clumsy, especially when carrying many things or doing chores.
phobias: spiders and thunderstorms.
languages: english, wapiti.
backstory: when sickness claimed her mother, that was the only time she saw her father in her whole seven years of living. she hadn’t wanted to leave her home of westminster to venture out west, not with all the rumors of the wild outlaws and beasts that roamed freely. shysie spent her life with her father’s people, along with her brother whom adjusted far better than she had due to her quiet nature. but by the time she was sixteen, her curiosity grew and no one could contain her within the reservation anymore. she would sneak out, wander down to the bridge to stare at the streams-- she had no idea how cruel the world was to people like her. the older she and her brother got, the more they had to become responsible adults and venture into the civilization that welcomed neither of them. she’s gotten used to the racial slurs, but it will always bother her. frighten her. because she saw and felt first hand what those men can and would do if they ever caught her with her guard down. her first mistake was venturing west to blackwater and her second, was being framed with the murder of philip leclerk.
wrong place, wrong time. shysie spent six months at sisika penitentiary before luck finally favored her and offered a blessing in the form of a man named horley. reluctant at first, she eventually realized this man and cripps were the only ones she could trust to get on her feet. with cripps helping her set up her own moonshine shack thanks to an old friend of his, she was able to make a bit of money and have enough time to go home. she expected a grand welcome, but was met only with disappointment when she found out her father and brother had left to live at hagen orchards near saint denis. unsure what to do aside from finding them, she quickly learned that saint denis was a horrid place to live near.
a year later, shysie found herself tangled in the mess that was sean mcguire, a drunken irishman who paid her well for helping him out on tasks that he couldn’t do alone. it was through him that she met the van der linde gang and decided to stick around with them for only a little bit. however, she got caught up in the aftermath of the ferry job and had no choice but to flee with them when they did. why? she has no clue aside from the whole city of blackwater sending shivers down her spine.
the cold winter was endured, the stress and worries. shysie does her best to mind miss grimshaw and help out around the camp when she can. with the endless amount of chores placed upon her, she barely has time for chit-chat unless with the girls and does her best to avoid bothering the men around camp.
