princess sylvie

sylvie xue. closed rp blog for walt rp penned by vex.

[sylviexue]

inspired  by  :  snow white (snow white and the seven dwarves) / & added inspo :  tbd

full name. sylvie xue / faceclaim. havana rose liu / pronouns. she/her / dob. 14 oct / zodiac. libra / occupation. baker at main street bakery / birthplace. germonia / sexual orientation. bisexual /  temperament. sanguine / mbti. esfj / alignment. neutral good / enneagram. the companion / emoji.  ( 🪷 )

present :

MARCH 2026 — sylvie is making more of an effort to hang out with people around town and make more friends outside of her friend group.

APRIL 2026 — sylvie continues to make friends in elias, focusing her attention on her problems and troubles.

MAY 2026 — she now has a solid group of friends and is enjoying her work at the bakery. for most of the month she let herself relax, making friends of all types and trying to figure out who would be helpful to talk to about what she's going through.

about :

biography can be found here.

sylvie should have had a happy childhood with two parents who loved her and wanted what was best for her, but unfortunately, she was not so lucky. she was young when her mom passed away. old enough to remember those years they had together, but young enough that it was tragic.

when her dad remarried, it was sudden and too soon. sylvie wasn't old enough to understand what the servents were whispering about. too soon, he's still grieving, he doesn't know her. she was the flower girl at the wedding. sylvie went to bed in her chamber, none the wiser to the plan the new queen had in play.

sylvie liked her work as a servant—or at least she never complained about it. she liked working in the kitchens and it kept her away from all of the speculation, it made her stronger and see what her people were going through. the spark that made her want to save her kingdom happened because of what she heard from the people in the kitchens. her pleas to her step mother got her nowhere.

by the time sylvie had to flee it had gotten so bad. the treatment of her people could only be saved if she left. she didn't get much of a choice to leave in the end. convincing the huntsman to let her go was her first feat—and the storm that followed brought sylvie to elias.

future :

sylvie wants to learn how to defend herself and her kingdom against the evil queen, but having her freedom is appealing. sylvie is going to have to figure out a balance between wanting to save her kingdom and appreciate.

taken connections :

wanted connections :

tbd.

other :

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mun note: i match format with whoever i'm writing with.

[arielnystrom]

ariel loved talking to people who felt excited about what they created, whether that be plans or art or baked goods or a mess, really. there was always so much passion in creation. those who painted took their hearts and smeared it across canvas until it sang the right tune. those who baked bread took their love and pressed it into dough until it knew the best way to rise. and those who made messes, well, they sure showed their passion with similar physicality.

tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she peered into the basket with a grin on her face. "oh, i'd love a muffin. how much?" the mermaid was quick to grab the bag dangling at her side, seashell shaped coin purse at the ready with cash. "did you say peach cobbler?" she gasped. "oh, are you certain?" there was something about the offer that felt like the utmost kindness, a grand gesture of sorts. "please don't go out of your way on my behalf, but if you're sure - i'd be back tomorrow morning!"

[sylviexue]

baking truly was something she was passionate about. whenever she got back home, she'd be sad that she didn't get as much of an opportunity to bake when she was ruling her people. maybe she's make sure she had the chance to bake things when she got home. baking was probably her favorite thing she'd been forced to do when her step mother was in charge. she really hoped that her passion for it shone through everything that she made.

"oh, no, please. i really made too much on accident. it's no charge at all." sylvie could take home as much as she wanted at the end of the night, so long as she left enough to sell or that she wasn't taking to take it home. thankfully, there was always some leftover after the end of her shifts. "i did. i love making mini cobblers. they're one of my favorites. we got a shipment of peaches just yesterday, but the blueberries were looking good to me this morning." the princess could make whatever she wanted to, so long as there were a variety of treats. "no, no. i have been craving them too. it would be my pleasure."

sylvie grinned. "how have you been?"

[sylviexue]

If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be? Why?

"Currently nothing. I mean I would love if my mom and dad were still alive, but if they were, I'd probably be back home. I think that life worked out the way it was supposed to and I might not like it, I might have questions I need answered, and I might be sad about it sometimes, but there's no point in being upset about what I have when I have a perfectly good life now."

[sylviexue]

What’s the ringtone you have set for when Kate calls?

"I don't have the volume turned up, but it's Getaway Car by Taylor Swift."

[violetheroism]

open starter

location: main street bakery (old elias)

sat at one of the outdoor tables, violet held the beautiful invitation in her hand. somehow a few crumbs from her spongecake had fallen on it, so she brushed them off with her fingers. but not even a sprinkle of sugar revealed the paper to be anything more than just —

"paper. it's just...paper," she frowned. "but, of course, it's just paper. evil, red herring paper."

violet's frown was set. when a ray of sunlight made her squint, she had the brilliant idea of holding it up to the sun, thinking the paper might undergo somekind of chemical reaction and reveal invisible ink, but all that happened was her accidentally whacking someone with it.

"—sorry!"

[sylviexue]

sylvie had gotten the invitation a few days ago and she wasn't sure what to make of it. most of the time there was more information on an invitation and this one was so... bare. but that wasn't going to stop her from being excited about a party. maybe some of the other events hadn't gone to plan here, but sylvie barely knew about that.

the bakery was busy today and she was trying to help the front end with gathering dishes so they wouldn't be so overwhelmed. thankfully, it was starting to slow down and sylvie was working a little later than scheduled. she walked outside and started going for a plate at one of the tables, but accidentally ran into a piece of paper on accident.

"oh, sorry. i..." she started, but was met with an apology from the other. "you got one of those too. what do you think about it?" because sylvie was conflicted herself and didn't know if she should be wary. "can i take any plates from your table while i'm here?"

[sharpestbow]

Her laugh came immediately at the accusation, bright and unapologetic. She knew, Sylvie knew, all of Elias knew of Kate's shenanigans at this point. “Okay, but, I say professionally unhinged things. There’s a difference.” She pointed a finger at Sylvie as if presenting evidence to a jury. “You casually just said the last person who followed you into the woods didn't get what they wanted. That's the kind of sentence people hear right before they disappear for three chapters.” There was a natural shake to her head. The type that said 'don't you ever change.' “Meanwhile, I say things like ‘let's order fries at midnight and make bad decisions.’ Totally different category.”

As Sylvie continued, Kate found herself moving away from the closet and leaning against the edge of the bed, arms folding loosely across her chest. The woods comment lingered. Not because it was strange, at this point, strange was basically both of their native language when they were together, but because there was something almost wistful in the way she said it. Kate couldn't quite explain it.

"Well," It was said after a moment, softer now as she continues, "for what it's worth, I think anyone following you into the woods would probably be doing it voluntarily... Which somehow sounds more threatening than if they were cursed to do so."

The teasing returned quickly, saving them both from whatever sincerity had almost slipped into the room. At the mention of courting, Kate immediately groaned. “Oh, come on..." She was about to pout about it, call Sylvie no fun, but then something popped into her brain. "Statistically speaking, at least three people have developed a crush on you just from watching you buy bread." She held up a hand before Sylvie could protest. “Don't argue with me. I'm right. I just feel like you should take the initiative and have fun. Doesn't have to be serious, you know?”

The story about her father dancing made Kate's expression soften. She could picture it so vividly: Little Sylvie being dragged onto a dance floor, pretending not to enjoy it while secretly having the time of her life. The image felt oddly precious. Mostly because it wasn't hers to be imagining. “What are your favorite songs?” Kate asked curiously. “Because now I need to know what woodland-princess dance music sounds like.”

The crime-show logic earned another laugh. “Okay, fair point. But in my defense, most crimes become significantly less appealing after two overpriced cocktails and a DJ playing early 2000s pop.”

Then Sylvie called them both beautiful, and somehow that landed harder than any compliment directed solely at Kate ever could. For a second, she just looked at her. Then her smile softened. “You say incredibly nice things with the confidence of someone commenting on the weather.” Before Sylvie could ask what that meant, Kate was already moving on. Because she was absolutely not unpacking that.

The conversation shifted toward the sleepover, and immediately Kate brightened again. “Oh, thank God. Someone else who believes movie logic.” She tossed a pillow onto the bed dramatically. “Listen, if you claim the bed, that's fair. That's survival of the fittest. Bold strategy, but still...”

She stepped closer, grin turning bright and a little mischievous. “I mean, you can claim it if you want. I’m not saying I’ll just let you have it for free. There may be a negotiation process. Very formal. Possibly involving pillow fort terms.”

Then she leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something warm and teasing. “But no, I’m not kicking you out of it.” Kate climbed onto the mattress herself, sitting cross-legged. “…I might steal part of the blanket, though. That’s non-negotiable.”

“But just know that if you steal my side, I will spend the next six months acting personally victimized.” Her brown eyes sparkled with a warmth that wasn't there before. “I'll bring it up constantly. Like, you'll be telling an emotional story and I'll interrupt with, ‘Remember when you stole my spot in bed?’” Then, after a moment, she smiled at her friend.

“Honestly, though?” The joking edge faded just slightly. “I’m really glad you’re staying.” It was simple yet sincere; the kind of thing Kate didn't always say out loud. Then she immediately ruined the moment by grabbing another dress off the floor and holding it up.

“Okay, enough feelings.” She pointed dramatically between the dress and Sylvie. “We still have a nightclub to attend, and you need to make a decision on the dress.”

[sylviexue]

maybe she didn't know what was unhinged and what wasn't unhinged. she was very much still trying to figure out what was normal and what was weird when talking to people. her life back home was so much different than it was now. the freedom she had here was much different than the "freedom" she had back home and while sylvie knew htat her life here wasn't permanent, it was at least for the time being, where she was stuck. "hm. well, maybe i don't know the different between the two. i'm just being honest." sylvie shrugged. she hoped she didn't come across as unhinged.

sylvie knew her life was different from most people's lives. most people didn't grow up as a princess, most people didn't grow up with a staff, most people didn't grow up with a step mother that tried to kill them. but sylvie knew that her life was even more different than all of that because of where she was now. why had the portal brought her here? had someone tried to drag her here or had it been an accident? there were so many questions that she wanted answered and didn't know where to start.

"i just hope that no one follows me into the woods without me knowing they're following." she had a look on her face, recalling the last time that it happened. "or they're told to follow me." sylvie shrugged, which she hoped didn't happen again.

"well, i doubt it." sylvie laugh. people developing crushes on her was a bad idea all things considered. "i don't buy bread. i make it." sylvie really didn't want to think about dating, even if she easily developed feelings talking to people. "it's difficult not to be serious. i've got a lot going on right now and besides, my ideas of fun are completely different than most people's," sylvie shrugged. she thought her simple little life of baking and hanging out with friends and not worrying about her problems was what she needed.

"oh, it was mostly just classical music. i don't know that i have a favorite or anything." she knew that people probably wouldn't remember the names, she barely remembered the songs. parties were different when her step mother threw them and sylvie wasn't invited to them.

"i guess it depends on a person. i've seen a lot of people in the news for crimes after they've gotten drunk. maybe i'm one of those people. you'll have to keep an eye on me." sylvie let out a little laugh. personally, she didn't think that she would be, but there was always a possibility.

"is that not normal? i tend to look at the world in a glass half full and i've been told that's annoying." she would rather see the good in people, in the world, in a situation, than she would the bad in everything.

sylvie listened to kate ramble about sleepover rules. she'd never really been to a sleepover before, so she really did hope the movies got most of the details right. they looked fun and she needed a night of a different kind of fun than she normally had. "hmm. well i don't know that i'd be good at the whole negotiation process, but we'll see. i'll do my best."

she shook her head. "i draw the line at blanket stealing. we'll have to fight for them. and that's okay, you'll be allowed to bring it up for 6 months, but no more than that." sylvie laughed again.

"i'm glad i'm staying too," she nodded. sylvie was really excited to spend the evening and night with her friend. it had been a long time since she'd felt like a normal person and this was going to help make her feel something other than a fish out of water in a place she didn't know if she belonged in yet.

the princess looked at kate's options and hummed for a moment. "i really like this one." she held up a dress and handed it out to kate. "it goes well with your eyes. makes them pop. it'll look good, i think."

[ericseara]

eric’s expression shifted at that, something quieter settling beneath the usual sharpness in his face. he leaned back slightly, arms folding over his chest as he studied her for a second longer than before.

“yeah, well, i guess most of the important people around here do too.” he glanced toward the street briefly before looking back at her. “and trust me, angry chefs sound a hell of a lot less dangerous than half the things wandering around this place after dark.”

there was a pause after that, his gaze narrowing slightly when she mentioned portals again. most people would've laughed at something like that. called her crazy. but eric had seen too much weird shit in his life to dismiss it outright. “guess we’re both learning there’s bigger things out there than we thought.” he shrugged one shoulder. but when she admitted she didn’t know if she’d go back, that someone evil was waiting for her there, his expression lost some of its edge.

“the fact you’re worried about becoming sinister probably means you’re not.” his voice was quieter now. steadier. “people who really are evil usually don’t stop to question it. but you're wanting to change that, y'know?”

[sylviexue]

sylvie tilted her head in contemplation. it seemed like there probably were a lot of really important people in this town. what kind of people would pay attention to her if they knew she was a princess from another land? well, she wasn't going around telling people that, so she probably shouldn't worry about it.

"hm. makes sense." honestly, she wasn't sure about that. he must not have been around a lot of angry chefs. if there were people around here that were that terrifying, then maybe she needed to be careful around people. "well," she clapped her hands together, "i'm sure it'll be fine. i don't have anything that anyone would want." except her heart, but that was a whole different matter.

she didn't know a lot of things existed until now and she was loving the freedom that she was getting here in town. still, there was a nagging feeling at the b ack of her mind that she needed to figure out what she was going to do about getting back home. "that's one way to look at it. i, for one, am relieved there's more out there." maybe that meant her step mother could find somewhere else to go.

"honestly, that's a good way of looking at it. i hadn't thought about it like that." she wasn't sure what she wanted to do about the situation, but sylvie also wasn't sure she could kill anyone, even her step mother. "i don't want to hurt anyone. i don't want anyone to get hurt."

[sylviexue]

how easy is it for you to say "i love you"?

"Rather easy, I suppose. I've never really thought about it. I don't think that I've said it to anyone other than a family member before. And yeah, I might have said it to one of my roommates before too, but at this point in time they're like family to me too. I never expect people to say it back to me though! I know it's tough for some people to love. I get that. However, for me, if that's how I feel, I need that person to know."

[sylviexue]

[ URANUS ] can your muse handle change ? do they accept it with open arms, or will they try anything they can to make sure things say the same ?

Sylvie is really good at handling change. She's dealt with change her whole life, from her mother's death, to her father getting remarried, to her father's death, to her step mother, and finally to Elias. She doesn't believe that being stagnant and afraid of change makes a person reliable. There has to be some level of comfort in change, even if it's something small. Sylvie doesn't actively try and look for change, but she won't shy away from it if she's faced with it.

[sylviexue]

is there something sylvie could never forgive?

There's not much that Sylvie wouldn't forgive, but betrayal is one of those. It has to be something awful, not something small. Betrayal like her step mother betrayed her father. Betrayal like turning on her at the last second. Sylvie is a forgiving soul, but there are some acts of betrayal that she cannot forgive.

[sylviexue]

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Sylvie doesn't show her resilient side to very many people. While she doesn't hide this quality, she doesn't talk to everyone about what she's been through or the problems with her step mother. Sylvie would rather take that in stride and prove she's strong in other ways, like refusing to believe the worst in people. She's not trying to hide it on purpose, rather she's trying to make sure that she's

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Not really. Sylvie finds the concept of being different around people exhausting. She knows that some people don't like her positive can-do attitude and if she notices that, she will tone it down. However, for the most part she does not try to act much differently around everyone.

[sylviexue]

🔮 do you believe in mystical energies ( auras , spirits , etc ) ?

"I think so. There's so much in the world that we don't know, so ghosts very well could exist. Now I've never seen one before myself, but that doesn't mean anything. I've also never seen an angler fish with my own eyes and those exist. I also want to believe in spirts."

[sylviexue]

Despite all that she has been through, Sylvie has remained kind. She is soft, but she is not weak either. What are the lasting effects of her stepmother's mistreatment of her? Does it make her weary of others, or does she continue to trust with her heart wide open? Is there a part of her that hopes the two can be amicable, or is there too much damage between them?

Some people might have a different reaction to everything that Sylvie has been through, might be tougher, might guard their heart more, but Sylvie refuses to change just because she's been through something horrible. She's not wary of others and continues to trust people until they give her a reason not to. Sylvie does not want to rule with an iron fist, believe that people are going to betray her, so while there is a small part of her that wants to close herself off from trusting, she knows if she does it would be a slippery slope. So she's kind in return, she'll make sure that people underestimate her because she's smart enough to know that's the best play there is. A small part of her hopes that she can come to terms with her step mother without it ending horribly. Sylvie doesn't want to kill her, doesn't want anyone to get hurt. And that's part of why she's done nothing so far because she's afraid that might be the only option and she's not sure she can handle that. Sylvie might be the rightful queen of her people and she might be what her people need, but if she becomes a killer, what sets her apart from her step mother? She really hopes there's a way to remove her step mother's magic to uncorrupt what's been corrupted in her, and to show her that kindness isn't a weakness.

[sylviexue]

what would you do if you could speak to animals? would you still treat them as pets? friends, collaborators?

“I’d love to speak to animals! If I could they’d be collaborators and friends. I never treat anything like a pet. All animals are friends or collaborators. And sometimes, they're even enemies! It depends on the animal and who it has made an alliance with. Sometimes I talk to the forest dwelling animals now, but I don't think they understand me. I'm probably just that weird lady that sometimes talks to them in a language they don't understand.”

[sylviexue]

the bird's are singing today

[sharpestbow]

Her expression softened immediately. Not less teasing. Just… warmer.

“You’re doing that thing again." Kate said, pointing lightly at her. “Where you say something completely unhinged and then act like it’s just normal conversation.”

At the mysterious woodland creature comment, Kate smiled and shook her head. “No, no, you don’t get to downgrade it. That’s not woodland librarian energy. That’s ‘main character in a story that starts with a warning not to follow her into the forest’ energy.”

She stepped closer, adjusting the dress again against Sylvie’s shoulder with more intention this time. “And I’m not saying you have to want attention." She added a little more gently, “just… you don’t have to hide from it either.”

At Sylvie’s mention of baking bread and killing a man in the woods, Kate laughed under her breath. “Okay, I’m officially revising your résumé to ‘domestic survival expert with occasional homicidal undertones.’ Very marketable.”

Then she perked up again at Sylvie agreeing to the party, already shifting back into planning mode. “Oh, good. That’s the correct answer.”

She nodded firmly. “And for the record, Shakira is not a person you request. She’s more like… a force of nature. If the band doesn’t know her, we’ll improvise. I’ll handle it.”

At the question about dim lighting, Kate immediately looked offended on behalf of nightlife everywhere. “Excuse you, dim lighting is a gift. It’s atmospheric. It’s forgiving. It’s what separates ‘fun night out’ from ‘evidence photo taken at 2 a.m.’”

Then Sylvie called her attractive. Kate very visibly stalled for half a second. Just one. Then she grabbed a hanger too aggressively and turned away like the closet had become extremely fascinating. Only to then turn back around with a warm smile, "I think you're getting me confused with you on that one."

At the crashing question, Kate immediately nodded. “Yeah. Obviously.” Then, after a beat, she added more casually, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily anyway.”

Then, softer, but still teasing: “And if you fall asleep here, I’m not moving you. I’m just putting a blanket on you and declaring it a sleepover tradition.”

[sylviexue]

over the last few months, sylvie had truly got a taste of what it meant to be free. she didn't have the responsibilities that she had at home and while she expected to hate it... she just didn't. there was a part of her that thought that she wasn't trying to figure out her goal because she was going to miss what she had here—and also that she knew what she had to do to save her people.

"as if you've never said anything unhinged?" she tilted her head to the side. sylvie could only understand about half of what kate said. probably because she felt like a fish out of water here sometimes. "anyways, i don't think i'm saying anything that unhinged." in comparison to most people she knew. although she was not going to bring up her roommates again because that was still an odd situation for most people.

"well, the last person that followed me into the woods didn't exactly get what they wanted." nevermind that they'd been hunting her on behalf of her step mother and he'd wanted sylvie's heart. but details. "i suspect that following me into the woods may be a cursed activity." except she'd never tested her theory.

"homicidal undertones? i have never hurt anyone." sylvie didn't know who she was trying to convince. "and i don't know who you're trying to market me towards. i don't exactly have any plans to court anyone." she didn't think it was a good idea and she already was interested in someone who probably wasn't interested in her.

"everyone has their favorite songs," she laughed. "my dad had a song that he loved to dance to. whenever he'd hear it, he'd drag me onto the dance floor." that felt like forever ago, when sylvie was a little girl too young to question anything around her. "i have my own favorite songs i like to dance to as well."

she nodded. "okay. force of nature. got it. i know a couple of those back home. they're a lot to handle." the princess was excited for this night out. it had been a while since she'd gotten to relax for a bit.

"doesn't dim lighting usually lead to needing evidence photos? i've watched enough of those crime shows to see that lots of crimes happen at night after an incident in a club." but maybe that was overly dramatic for the television. she'd never been involved in a real crime. or at least a crime that wasn't made up by someone who hated her.

"now, now. just because you're attractive doesn't mean i am not. we're both beautiful. and you have a fun personality to go with your beauty." not that sylvie didn't think her personality wasn't great, she liked being known for her kindness. however, she was the far less interesting.

"okay, good. i already told doc not to expect me back at home tonight." going all the way back to the cottage did seem like a horrible thing to do super late at night. sylvie didn't think getting lost in the woods would make for a fun night out and she really wanted this night to be fun. "just don't put my hand in water. i've seen it in enough movies that i'm convinced it works." she'd never slept over at anyone's place before unless she counted the room she had at the cottage and at this point that was her home as much as the dwarves.

"mmmm, what if i claim the bed? are you going to kick me out of there?"

[incredibledash]

dash nodded as he contemplated the woman's words. straight, to the point, and not much to argue with. sure, some of these food trucks looked dead in the water - but maybe that was what he got for judging a moment in time as a constant. he had a bad habit of doing that in several aspects of his life. he watched as people walked up, ordered their food, and walked away all looking as satisfied as one would expect. consistent to anyone with eyes. "fair enough," he agreed, deciding his preconceived judgment was unwarranted.

that didn't help his decision making, though. equal playing ground meant all shots were fair, all choices were good - the bane of the existence of anyone with decision paralysis. "well, what do you think?" he decided to push - an attempt at furthering the conversation, too. "have you tried any of these?"

[sylviexue]

sylvie was absolutely one of those people that tended to give someone or something the benefit of the doubt before she judged them. far too often did that mean she ended up in a bad position and yet she still didn't change. she believed in the good of everything because if she didn't, then she had to admit there were people that couldn't be rehabilitated and that just wouldn't do. it's why she feared looking into how to stop her step mother because she didn't want to admit that maybe the woman was just evil and maybe there was only one way to stop her.

she glanced at the direction of the food truck. she'd been people watching most of the afternoon. it was fun getting to see everyone in their natural habitats, chatting with their friends and loved ones when they thought no one was watching. she'd even seen a couple get engaged earlier. "the bakery does that too. sometimes it'll be busy and other times it's very slow and i have to count tiles to entertain myself." then again, her daydreams were often entertaining enough.

"i think that it's probably the best you're going to get around here unless you wanted to walk to tiana's place. that's the best food i've found so far." sylvie looked at him. "hmmm. i ate like three bagels this morning because they were about to go bad and i didn't want to waste them, so i've been full most of the day." the princess tilted her head to the side. "but i guess that was hours ago and i'm getting kind of hungry. what do you say, wanna try it?"