Sydney Chapin

Okay, well, you asked me to fill in this questionnaire. I checked you out with the Agency, and since you seem legit, Inigo says to give you our full cooperation. I don’t know why you need to know all of this, but here goes:

Name: Sydney Rachel Chapin 

Parents: Stanley and Rebecca Chapin

Siblings: None

DOB: 1979-07-26

Place of birth: Kershaw, South Carolina

Age: 38

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 135 or there about (like I’m happy to admit my weight)

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Identifying physical marks: Loss of pigmentation in hair on the right side of the head which starts at the crown (and growing wider by the second, dammit), extensive scarring on the upper back, mutilated toenails.

Characteristic Habits: Dahlra says I have a nice laugh, is that what you mean?

Food of Choice: Dahlra’s creme brulee, no doubt. But I also love cedar-grilled prawns

Drink of choice: I like a sweet dessert wine

Favourite Music: I like Bonnie Raitt, and Queen, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Jonny Lang

Description: “Elwess saw a tall woman in her early thirties walking toward them, chatting casually with one of the Agency’s commanders and his own manager, Inigo Lightoller. Elwess took in her erect carriage, her easy gait and the confidence with which she strode down the hall. She was lovely, but not breathtakingly so.

Elwess had enjoyed his fair share of pretty women, but he had to admit there was something about this one. It was the way she moved, he thought. With purpose, with intent, with courage. The heart of a lioness, he thought.

Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and it shone in the light. Her oval face was smooth and her eyes were a lovely hazel that reminded him of bloodstones. Green-brown, with amber flecks; striking. She wore a minimum amount of makeup, and she looked younger than she actually was.

She somehow managed to escape the hardened look of so many agents, and there was a lovely softness about her that Elwess reluctantly admitted to himself he found attractive.

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She had a beautiful, sexy mouth, he noticed. The type of mouth that had what his friend Silas had once called DSLs: Dick Sucking Lips. All in all, a nice physical package. And there was a slight haughtiness, a bearing that spoke Dominance.” 

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Last Movie Watched: Sense and Sensibility with Dahlra

Last Book Read: House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski (talk about a head-fuck)

Favourite TV Show: Sherlock

Last TV Show Watched: Paranoid on Netflix

Last Game Played: Scrabble with Dahlra and Elwess. Dahlra beat the s*#t out of both of us....what’s new?

Greatest Fear: Losing Dahlra 

Greatest Love: Dahlra ... DUH

Favourite Quote: If you can't take a joke, you shouldn'ta joined.

Boxers or Briefs: What, on men? Boxers for sure

Watch: Marc Jacobs watch.

Handbag or wallet: Marc Jacobs STAM bag. I have a thing for Marc Jacobs. I also have a thing for those big buttons at the top

Car: BMW, don’t know the model. It’s whatever the agency assigned to me

What Time is it while you’re filling this out: 8:30am. I’m going through my Agency correspondence and I want to get this done and dusted.

Where are you: At our house, Maidenvine, in the downstairs study.

What are you wearing: Silk pajama trousers and camisole, peach-y coloured

What’s in your closet: Long gypsy skirts, camis, Dahlra’s burgundy jumper, lots of long cashmere jumpers in various colours, scarves, jeans, trousers, shoes, spare weapon

What’s the last thing you ate: cheese toast (midnight snack), I haven’t had breakfast

Describe your last dream: I was walking down a long tunnel, and at the end  someone put their arms around me and kissed me... I woke up and it was really happening.... end of dream.

Coke or Pepsi: Coke

Bond - Connery or Craig: Hmmm, tough one. I like them both.

Kirk or Picard: Picard. He’s bald but has that lovely voice.

Football or baseball: football – as if I have a choice in this house with a rabid Chelsea fan

Sexiest part of a male: The muscle between his ears

What do you like most about your other half: His voice, and his... well, that’s a bit private.

First words he spoke to you were: “Do you need me to check your face, Agent?”

Your response was: “No, thank you.” (Yeah, profound much?)

Last gift you gave to him: A Rotary gold watch for his birthday

The most romantic thing you ever did for him: I can’t tell you that – it’s too personal

The most romantic thing he’s ever done for you: Had a fleet of strangers give me a bouquet of roses in front of the Albert Hall. We were waiting to go in, and every minute a new guy would turn up with a different coloured rose, until I was standing there with eighteen different roses. That was on our first anniversary. A lot of women were furious with their husbands that they hadn’t thought that one up!

Anything you’d change about him: I wish he wouldn’t worry about me so much. I have to keep reminding him that this is what I do, and I’m good at my job.

Best friend: I suppose you could say Dahlra, but Pip Lightoller is a very good friend, too.

Last time you cried: That’s sort of personal, isn’t it?

Last time you laughed: Last night, when we were playing Scrabble. Elwess tried his best to convince us that ruplzx was a real word. He is the worst cheater, ever.