Sveta

hooks

description

Sveta Serova's dull blue eyes are ringed with fatigued preorbital circles. She has a strong jawline, a small nose with a cook in the middle that breaks its delicate slope, full lips, and a complexion as tanned as a life under fluorescent lighting will allow. Her eyebrows are thin and as black as her hair, which is messily grown out from what must have been a buzzcut cut at some point, given its equidistance from her scalp - only a few inches in length. She has diastema between her front teeth.

Her posture fluctuates between the ramrod rigidity of a cadet at boot-camp, to a victim of osteoporosis, making her height seem far more variable than its nonfluctuating 5'6", just as her gesticulations range from wide, inspiring sweeps, to rivaling the initiative of a cadaver. Her svelte build is perpetually catching its balance.

Serova's voice is an utterly average mezzo-soprano that drips with a thick Russian accent, the sort that one acquires when a language is learned without any experimentation outside of a classroom. She usually looks unfocused, distant and preoccupied – with a typical expression about as sharp as a grazing cow’s.

contacts

Dalvin: “made for it.”

Ed: “cute. lol.”

Guivre: “wait for the other shoe”

Lorelei: “what a mess”