Apologies! here,
Syla Delilah is a small, mousey thing with draping dark hair and spice smoked eyes. Her sight always seems set on a far away goal, even if that task is, in fact, in the same room. She plays up a sardonic act of chill aloofness, and only fails at the performance 85% of the time.
Syla's demeanor causes her to be self destructively permissive. Like a cat, she'd rather pretend a grievous thing never happened. She ain't a snitch. Not her Pun'Puns, not her woodchipper.
The only time her mask slips is when someone, with full purpose in their heart, makes a mess. "Every dead station starts with a bad spill." That's what her mum and Da' said hours before she watched them fall into a singularity full of face-huggers.
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Anyways, she also likes slang. She calls people kay-kay if they're friends. She calls them a shithead if they aren't.
Signed, Syla Delilah