──── BASICS .
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: sylvie rune forst 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: syl 𝐀𝐆𝐄: twenty-eight 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: march. 15. 1998 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: kismet harbor, oregon, usa 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: pisces ☀ · libra ☾ · sagittarius ↾ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: trans woman 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her/hers 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: pansexual 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: garden gallery apartment complex, downtown, kismet harbor
tw: gender dysphoria, self harm, depression, therapy
──── APPEARANCE .
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: hunter schafer 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: blue 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: dark blonde 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄: current 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5'10" 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄: closet 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: piercings on lobes 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: n/a
──── RELATIONSHIPS .
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: william forst 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: n/a 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: n/a 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑: n/a
──── PERSONALITY .
𝐏𝐎𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: analytical, centered, confident, inspired, decisive, focused, independant, idealistic, whimsical 𝐍𝐄𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: evasive, gossipy, nosy, materialistic, vain, judgemental, distrustful 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄: words of affirmation
──── EXTRAS .
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: freelance makeup artist 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: single 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: harbor sunrise seekers, knit happens, lqbtqia+ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: makeup, clothes, miniature making, social media 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒: a cat named arwen, a ball python named lumi 𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄: purple 2016 mazda mx-5 miata club 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: clinical depression (treated with medication)
Sylvie Forst was born into an unstable home in Kismet Harbor. Her parents never wanted to have a child, and her mother falling pregnant didn't change that. Despite this, her parents did try, or at least her father did. Her mother left soon after her first birthday for a reason unbeknownst to Sylvie. Her father worked full time at a factory, trying to make ends meet for the two of them. Though he was a single parent, he never wanted his child to suffer, and he spent all of his time playing the part of both parents. Sylvie spent many days at daycare, but at the end of the day, she only knew love from the man. Her father, overwhelmed and imperfect, still did his best to raise her with kindness.
Growing up, she was an average child, but she always carried this feeling as if something about her was misunderstood. She tried her best to fit in with others in school, and did well bending to the expectations that she felt she needed to live up to, but nothing ever felt quite right. Most of her time was spent pushing this feeling down, and trying her best to fit into spaces that helped her to ignore it, even if she knew that she wouldn't be able to ignore it for long. She didn't yet know the words to describe her feelings, but she knew that she wasn't like the young boys around her. She hated when she would be forced to have her hair cut, or was told she couldn't wear dresses like the girls she went to school with. Whatever it was that she felt, it was an indescribable sadness, and all she wanted was to find a way to rid herself of that feeling.
It was at ten years old when Sylvie first discovered the freedom in makeup. She was always watching the older women around her as they applied their eyeshadow and lipstick, and she was fascinated by the way a little bit of makeup could completely change the way someone looked. Being that she was raised as a boy, she wasn't 'allowed' to wear makeup, so she'd instead admire from afar, imagining the ways she might do her own makeup if she was ever able to do so.
Over time Sylvie began to retreat inwards, finding that it was far more comfortable if she could just pretend like there was nothing wrong. There was a slow but steady change from the bubbly child she had been, into a quiet one that spent most of her time alone. At eleven, Sylvie hurt herself for the first time. There was some sort of release in harming herself, and if she could make herself hurt physically, she wouldn't have to feel the emotional pain. Despite not knowing what her feelings were, or why she felt so trapped within herself, she knew the pain it caused, and that was difficult for her to bear at such a young age. It didn't take long for her father to notice the change in his child, and he didn't know how to handle it himself, so he enrolled Sylvie into therapy.
Right before her twelfth birthday, Sylvie truly discovered what it was that she was feeling. One day during therapy, she opened up to her therapist about these emotions, and came clean about what she had been doing to herself. Through some work, her therapist helped her find the words for the things she was feeling, and helped her discover that she was indeed transgender. It was something she always knew deep down, but having the words to describe it was incredibly freeing. That was the moment that everything came in perspective, and she could see some sort of light in her sadness. With the words to describe her emotions, she felt like maybe she had found herself.
After discovering her identity, Sylvie would come out to her father. It took her a long while, as she feared he wouldn't accept her, but he was simply happy that he would be able to get his daughter back. Sylvie would start wearing clothes that made her feel more comfortable, change her name, grow her hair long, and finally get her own makeup. The love she had for the artistry of makeup was instant, and she would uncover a passion for it that she knew was deep within. She continued in therapy, and over time was able to heal from her self harm. Now that she knew what she was feeling, she didn't feel the need to hurt herself anymore.
Once Sylvie began high school, her identity was well established, and she was comfortable with herself—finally. It was in a cosmetology class that she found out she could make a full-time career out of makeup, and she decided she would be a makeup artist once she graduated. Now, Sylvie felt as though there was a clearer picture being carved out in her life. The once hopeless emotions were leaving her, and the light at the end of the tunnel was closer than ever.
After graduation, Sylvie spent her time sending in university applications. Later that year she was accepted into Chapman University, and began working hard towards her degree. She wasn't sure where it was exactly that she wanted to go with this, but all she knew was she was doing something with makeup, no matter what.
Now, Sylvie lives in a small apartment, working as a full-time freelance makeup artist. She runs an Instagram account where she fosters a following and finds her gigs. In her freetime, she builds miniatures of her dreamscapes.
