Personality: She is a thirty-something stone cold betty. She likes her coffee how she likes her men and women, nonexistent. If she finds someone that lights her heart on fire she takes them under her wing.
Backstory: You ever wonder what ever happens when a rock band tragically breaks up over a freak accident of spilled alcohol and pyrotechnics live on stage? Their rocking souls shredded away right before Sylvia's eyes just like her fingers on her hatchet shaped guitar. She didn't blink at the sight, she just threw her punches to escape the blaze and wandered from city to city to get where she is now.