SYLVIA PRESTON — twenty. political science major. the bibliophile.
hi everyone ! i’m meredith, i’m eighteen, and i never learned how to fucking read i’m from the est. i use they/them pronouns, am about to be a freshman in college ( let’s hope no one disappears ahjdkks ) and ... there’s not a lot interesting about me. i have a cute cat, tho. i play sylvia ... duh. you can find some more information about her under the cut. i’m meredith#3445 so slide into those dms 2 plot xoxo !
have you seen [ SYLVIA PRESTON ] since the storm? some say they look like [ SYDNEY SWEENEY ] but they’re [ 20 ] & go by [ THE BIBLIOPHILE ]. [ SHE ] lived in halloway for [ 8YEARS ] & they are originally from [ NEW YORK CITY ]. before the town vanished they were studying [ POLITICAL SCIENCE ] and lived at [ UNI BLVD ]. most people knew the [ CISFEMALE ] as [ DEDICATED ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ SELF-IMPORTANT ]. for some reason, they feel [ UNEASY ] about the town’s disappearance.
QUICK INFO:
Name: Sylvia Elizabeth Preston
DOB / Age: January 6th, 1999. Twenty.
Zodiac: Capricorn sun, Virgo moon.
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw.
MBTI: ESTJ.
Positive traits: Strong-willed, intelligent, organized.
Negative traits: Stubborn, judgemental, hypercritical.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Main Inspo: Betty Cooper, Nancy Wheeler, Michaela Pratt.
BIOGRAPHY:
Despite the fact that she had a white-picket fence ( not literally, of course, as for the first twelve years of her life she lived in an apartment ) upbringing, with a wealthy father who could have given her everything she wanted ... Sylvia has always had to work for what she wanted. Of course, she was privileged: pretty and blonde and attending the best private schools, with the best tutors and healthy lunches prepared by her nanny, but Sylvia wasn’t spoiled. She didn’t have the walls of toys her friends with parents that had the same income did, she didn’t have the vacations around the world. Her father was determined to teach her the merits of hard work — no matter how young she was. Flashcards every morning over breakfast, only getting her dolls and trains out of the locked toy chest when she came home with an A on her spelling test, no dinner if her room wasn’t entirely pristine. She’s always been neurotic, and a perfectionist, from when she set up her toys in perfectly neat lines to when she corrected the grammar of a love note she got when she was eight. Her hair was always brushed neatly, her skirts without a crease in them. Presentable is perfect, her mother would say, through breath that always smelled like red wine. And only perfect is presentable, she would echo back, whether it be through the lisp she carried as a young girl ( speech therapy squandered that quickly ) or the braces she got at ten, the second her last adult tooth grew in.
Her father was transferred to Concord in the middle of her sixth grade year, and her family settled neatly into Halloway after that. Of course, just because the clean, modern furniture and city skylines of their old were replaced with a big front porch and a bigger backyard didn’t mean anything — it didn’t mean the Prestons expected anything less. When she was fourteen, her mom’s belly was swollen with another baby ( a little girl to be born three months later, called Beatrice ) and while some older children had the expectations shift off of them with new arrivals, thus was not the case for Sylvia. She was expected to be an example. She joined the cheerleading squad in the seventh grade, and carried on to the high school team. She joined the debate team, and was on the student council, even volunteering for the mayor’s office — she fell in love with politics, and decided then and there that she was going to be the first female president.
Straight As in five AP classes, every extracurricular under the sun, volunteer work on weekends ... Sylvia was perfect in high school, and she’s perfect in college. Acing every course, the same volunteer and internship opportunities ... she went to parties, of course, and hooked up with people, of course, but she always calculated mathematically just the amount of drinks she needed to feel a buzz but still be in control — and not get a hangover in the morning — and using every form of birth control possible. She’s still a cheerleader, of course, though now it’s for the Halloway University team instead of the high school. She’s never been really drunk, never been in a relationship ... she’s not a sociopath or anything, but the social scene is more of a transaction for her than anything. She’s as kind as she can be because it’s the right thing to do ... but she makes connections because they could help her down the line. She’s always been a bit of a loner on the inside, but she does crave real affection instead of just attention. Her real connections are very limited.
TL;DR — Sylvia is the perfect girl with the perfect life, a straight A student popular at parties and a cheerleader. She moved from NYC when she was twelve, and was also a cheerleader in HS and on the debate team, as well as being involved in student govt. An unpaid internship / volunteer work at the mayor’s office sparked an even bigger interest in politics, and she wants to be the first female president. Her nuclear family is equally perfect, though they exert pressure on her, and she loves her little sister Beatrice, who’s six, more than anything in the world. She’s a severe perfectionist that is perfectly calculated socially, but doesn’t really have a lot of fun, despite appearances.
PERSONALITY / UNI LIFE / FUN FACTS:
Again, Sylvia goes to parties all the time, and drinks enough to get buzzed while remaining in full control. That’s also the sole reason she doesn’t do drugs, because she can’t stand the idea of not being operating at full awareness. She’s hooked up with plenty of guys and gals, but has never had a relationship either in high school or college.
Sylvia wakes up at least two hours before classes every morning to perfectly do her hair and makeup, and curate an outfit. She’s never really fallen into the sweatpants and makeup free to class thing, and is always looking like she’s ready to impress.
She’s a cheerleader, and incredibly involved in classes. She’s a bit of a teacher’s pet, and knows all of her professors and almost always goes to office hours.
She’s a cheerleader, involved in Women in Leadership, and Future Politicians as her extracurriculars. Sylvia also 100% runs a studyblr and whatever the Instagram equivalent is.
Everything in Sylvia’s life is in her planner. Birthdays, assignments, passwords written down in the back, sticky notes advertising different inspirational quotes ... all from female politicians, of course. Each page is perfectly crafted in even more perfect penmanship, and color coded. She wears the key for it around her neck, and the tiny silver lock has never budged at anyone else’s hands.
Sylvia loves vintage and classic romance movies. Anything from Casablanca to John Hughes or cheesy Netflix flicks, and she’s seen it. She’s a romantic at heart, despite her own lack of experience. Not for lack of trying on other people’s parts, but she’s after success, not a relationship. She’s always thought, secretly, that if she wasn’t so focused on success and politics, she’d love to be an actress or a producer or something in Hollywood.
Sylvia is ridiculously nosy. She makes note of things she overhears, of things people tell her, she knows how to ask a good question, and isn’t a stranger to picking a lock, which she learned from the pile of Nancy Drew books in her childhood bedroom. Not that anyone knows this, of course, but information is always good to have. Maybe she should be a reporter instead. I’d predict she’d be very interested in solving the mystery of what’s going on, and trying to figure everything out.
Pinterest. Spotify.
