( AISHA DEE . CIS-WOMAN . SHE/HER )  - the chicago resident , (  SYDNEY GRAYSON-CASSIDY ) , was heard blaring (  DELICATE / TAYLOR SWIFT ) this morning . the ( TWENTY-SEVEN ) year old is a (  FREELANCE PHOTOGRAPHER ) in the city & has lived the ( EAST ) tower for (  FOUR YEARS ) . since being here , they have been told to be ( STUBBORN ) , but also ( HONNEST) , i guess we'll find out soon !
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔰
Name: Sydney Paige Grayson-Cassidy Nickname: Syd. Sydney-Bean Birthday: February 24, 19XX Zodiac: Pisces Age: 27 Face Claim: Aisha Dee Occupation: Freelance Photographer Gender: Cis-Female Pronouns: she/her/hers Sexual Orientation: Demisexual Romantic Orientation: Biromantic
𝔇𝔢𝔢đť”𝔢𝔯 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔢
Myers-Briggs: ENFJ-A Positive Traits: Affable, Hard-Working, Honest, Generous, Optimistic, Patient Negative Traits: Confrontational, Inflexible, Gullible, Stubborn, Verbose Hobbies: Photography, Pottery, Foraging, Baking, Chess
ℑ𝔪đť”𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣
TW: cancer mention
The Grayson household was, for the most part, a happy one. While money was oftentimes a big struggle for the family, love was present in abundance. Lance and his wife, Nina, were married a few months after Sydney’s birth. Her father had been the one who mainly worked while her mother was the one to stay home to raise Sydney and, a few years later, her brother. And while her parents couldn’t give their children everything they wanted, they provided everything they could ever need: unconditional love, support, and security. And, especially later in life, that was something Sydney appreciated greatly.
Ever the determined child, Sydney was hardly one to back down when she wanted to do something. If she wanted something, she set her mind to it and found a way to get it. Oftentimes, that meant a scolding here or there, because, while she was a mostly obedient child, if she wanted a cookie, she’d climb the high counters to reach the hidden stash in the cabinets and chow down triumphantly. Her stubbornness, a trait she shared with her father. It came out most passionately one evening when she was exploring the attic of their home. It was spring cleaning time, and while she offered to help her mother with it, she ultimately wasn’t. Not when she found an old and broken instrument tucked away in a case. A beautiful rosewood violin, broken at the neck and just barely held together by a couple of strings that hadn’t snapped. It belonged to her mother, once belonging to her mother who used to play when she’d been alive. A sentimental token, one that Nina couldn’t ever bring herself to get rid of years after her passing.
Sydney couldn’t tell you why she wanted one so badly, but she did. God, did she want one. Usually, whenever she’d want something and was told no, she’d drop the subject and move onto another thing. But this? No. She’d made it very clear that she wanted her own violin, that she wanted to learn how to play, even after being told countless times that her parents couldn’t afford one, nor the lessons that were required for her to even learn. Her stubbornness and determination came into play after being turned down. She decided she’d earn the money herself to get what she wanted. Picking up odd jobs around the neighborhood like mowing her neighbors’ yards, walking dogs, and selling lemonade at the end of their driveway. Anything a child could do to earn some petty cash, she did.
Christmas rolled around, and at thirteen, her parents surprised her with her very first violin, as well as signing her up for half a year's worth of lessons. Perhaps the fact that she’d been so set on getting one over the past couple of years was the determining factor for them to change their minds. She’d been so giddy, she couldn’t wait for her first lesson. After several lessons and constant practice, it was clear she was developing both a talent and passion for it.
At fifteen, however, everything was put on the back burner. Lance had fallen ill. It was gradual at first, but even as things got worse for him, Lance never went to the doctor. Unexplained weight loss, fatigue, a nagging cough and bouts of dizziness were the first signs that something was wrong. It wasn’t until he’d passed out after a particularly nasty coughing spell did they go to the doctor and… He had lung cancer. What followed was probably one of the most difficult points in time for the Grayson family.
The one who took it hardest, other than Lance, was Sydney. While she was close with her family, her father was her whole world. He’d been her best friend growing up, and she was fearful of what the future could hold.
At an early enough stage to fight it, plans were made to undergo chemotherapy. Unfortunately, the toll from both the disease and constantly feeling sick from the medication, Lance was in no way shape or form fit to work. And with him having been the sole breadwinner of the family, that role quickly split between both Nina and Sydney. The brunt of the responsibility, obviously, fell on Nina, who ended up taking up two jobs, whereas Sydney ended up working at the local diner. Between trying to stay on top of schoolwork, helping around the house and working, her pursuit of music had been momentarily forgotten. She didn’t have time or the energy to keep up with everything all at once.
Fortunately, after months, the treatments and surgeries provided some semblance of reassurance to the family. Once her father felt well enough to start working again, the next couple of years with him being in remission was a blessing. Each and every day. After he had gotten better, Sydney was able to slow down a little. She didn’t quit her job at the diner, but she also didn’t have to put so much energy into helping out financially. She was able to pick up the violin again and play a bit more consistently.
The beginning of senior year came around, and Sydney began to notice that there’d been a constant ringing in her ear. She also found that certain things, like when someone would whisper to her in class or low-pitched noises, she couldn’t quite catch the way she used to. Perhaps it was something that was because of her listening to music too loud or something, she figured.
Growing up, Sydney was, and still is, the type to see the absolute best in everyone. In everything. Not one to listen to idle gossip or small-town rumors, she preferred to form her own opinions. And one of the town pariahs was no exception. Jameson Cassidy. They’d pass each other in the halls on occasion, and she heard whispers about the troubled youth. There was more than meets the eye with him, she was certain. When he’d been lacking in a particular subject, she offered to help and tutor him. This put the two of them in direct contact with one another often. And, just as she had suspected, he wasn’t the bad seed everyone was making him out to be. Yes, he was troubled, but the poor guy, given his family history, had been through it. Where she was trying to reach out and be a good friend to someone who needed one, something unexpected happened: the two fell for one another. The budding romance between the two youths blindsided her, though it was hardly unwelcome.
She stuck by him through thick and thin. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last. Not only did her father’s cancer come back, but things seemed to be falling apart in Jameson’s world. And, to top that off, her hearing loss had grown worse. Now, sounds were muffled, and she had to concentrate to keep up with simple conversations, especially in large groups. And when she and Jameson got pregnant, the symptoms grew worse. After several doctor visits and tests, she learned that she had otosclerosis.
Not only did she have to navigate life with Jameson, now her husband< in prison, raising their daughter mostly on her own, but she also had to juggle the aftermath of her hearing loss.
For the first couple of years, she made sure to visit Jameson in prison, especially after she had Emma. Because he deserved to meet his daughter. But with the ever-growing distance between the two and his insistence for her to stop coming, she eventually did just that. She hated not being able to visit, but he was clear in his desire for her to stop coming. It stung, but she respected his wishes regardless.
ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰
Knows ASL but prefers using SEE due to being raised hearing and the sentence structure is what she knows and can process easier
Her father calls her Sydney-Bean. She was and still is a daddy’s girl
Jameson was her first and only love
Has a major sweet tooth
#dogmomvibes #singlemomvibes #plantmomvibes
Took pottery lessons, is saving up for the supplies so she can start a small business
A terrible flirt
Is a little clumsy
