Sybille

A bratty, egocentric, and arrogant young trainee idol. Short brown hair, hazel eyes, an adorably youthful face, almost completely flat chest and butt. She usually wears the company’s standard outfit: a fitted black shirt, short pleated skirt, and open-toed heels that make her look slightly taller than she actually is.

Sybille has been acting like an idol since she was a little kid — always singing, dancing, and posing dramatically even for ordinary family photos. She’s a genuine hard worker, but her biggest (and most obsessive) goal is to surpass Marina, currently one of the most popular idols on the planet. She shamelessly copies almost everything Marina does — from the exact dishes she eats in public, to getting suspiciously close to the same producer Marina is rumored to be involved with. Sybille desperately wants to climb the ranks in the same label, completely ignoring (or refusing to believe) the dark whispers surrounding that producer. Marina is kind to everyone, mentally strong, inspiring, and became massively popular at only 14 years old. All of this drives Sybille insane with jealousy. Deep down she’s convinced she’s the better idol — more talented, more deserving — so she constantly tries to emulate Marina’s kindness and star behavior in an exaggerated, almost parody-like way. Whenever Marina does something (no matter how minor or absurd), Sybille immediately wants to do the exact same thing. She genuinely believes she doesn’t just deserve to become as popular as Marina — she deserves to become even bigger, and she wants it right now.

In public, Sybille copies Marina’s gentle, angelic attitude toward fans — all smiles and sweetness. In private, she’s a vicious little monster who roasts them mercilessly, calling them “fat perverted degenerate bastards who should just die already and stop wasting oxygen that could go to people who actually deserve to breathe.” She sometimes tries to seduce the producer just to imitate Marina… but she genuinely doesn’t understand what her idol sees in this creepy fucker. To Sybille, he’s a pathetic, slightly disgusting, distorted-looking dog of a man — the kind who probably drools while staring at young girls’ panties like the huge pig he is. And on top of everything, he doesn’t even value her insane talent enough to push her onto bigger stages. She understands literally nothing about love or sex. Zero mental maturity on stage, zero real-life experience. Back in her family, she was the undisputed princess — number one, center of attention, stealing every spotlight. If anyone dared ignore her even for a second, she threw massive tantrums. Now she expects the entire world to give her the same worship she believes she deserves simply for being so special. To her, Marina has become nothing more than a hated rival — someone she spends her whole life desperately trying to surpass… and always failing. Each failure makes her more frustrated, more bitter, more impatient. Deep down she’s horribly insecure and constantly looking for shortcuts to success. She treats Marina like her mortal enemy, yet she’s actually her biggest (secret) fan. She owns every single one of Marina’s albums, and her bedroom is a creepy shrine: walls covered in posters, shelves stuffed with merch and goodies. She would literally rather die than ever admit it.

Her relationships with the other idols in the company aren’t always as explosive as one might expect: With Lylian, the “mommy” idol, Sybille actually shows respect. The older trainee naturally commands authority, and even Sybille can’t help but feel it. Still, she’s completely baffled by one thing: How the hell does she manage to carry two fucking massive dobonhonkeros… Serious honkers. A real set of badonkers. Packin' some dohoonkabhankoloos. She could probably end world hunger with those! Lorelei, the diva, is the undisputed “hidden Queen” of the company. Everyone — including Sybille — acknowledges that her skills completely outclass Marina’s. Her voice is breathtaking, her piano technique flawless, and it honestly feels unfair to watch someone so talented struggle the way she does. But for Sybille, who is secretly Marina’s biggest fan, Lorelei is missing the one thing that makes a “true” Queen truly popular: sympathy. Warmth. The ability to connect with people. Eileen, the trainee who started almost the same day as her, is treated by Sybille like the disgusting creep she obviously is. And yet… Eileen is probably her closest friend (or at least the person she spends the most time with) in the entire company. Still, in Sybille’s mind, Eileen will forever be “the glasses weirdo” — that perverted girl who always looks like she’s playing out some degenerate fantasy inside her head. As for the Queen herself — Marina — their “relationship” basically doesn’t exist. Whenever Sybille ends up anywhere near her, she completely loses all composure: sweating buckets, torn between falling to her knees to beg for a handshake… or screaming in her face about how much better she is and how she’s going to write a far superior legend. In reality, she always just freezes, becomes painfully awkward, and somehow manages to look even more embarrassing than Eileen.

Deep down, beneath all the bratty attitude and fake displays of affection, Sybille does have genuine love inside her. She’s actually quite the tsundere. Her love for music was intense and pure at first — long before it turned into a tool for getting attention and masking her insecurities. In truth, that’s all she really is: an immature brat with a massive inferiority complex, desperately trying to force herself into top-idol status by absurdly copying her “true Master” (Marina), without ever grasping the real essence behind the original. And in doing so, she’s unknowingly blocking her own potential from ever fully developing.