Sveta
"Are you ready?"
description
Sveta Serova's dull blue eyes are ringed with fatigued periorbital 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.
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.
hooks
You can worm your way into Serova’s life a few ways:
- She’s a relative newcomer to LA, and open to being shown around, introduced to contacts, and sorting out who’s who.
- Although not particularly artistically inclined, she has an affinity for music. That said: underground and DIY scenes are her poison of choice. She can often be found at The Sprawl, whether tearing it up in the pit or throwing a TV off of the roof. Some residents claim she's a poser, while others seem infatuated.
- Failing that, nightlife activities pumped with adrenaline, dopamine, and serotonin will often pique her interest.
- Sveta doesn’t own much. What she does, she tends to give away, lose, or destroy. Despite that, she enjoys the process of acquisition. Criminality, particularly heists, are a straight shot to her heart. This has left a trail of her tour across the states and is staring to spill out into the streets of Los Angeles.
- Been to a hotbed of proxy-war activity in relatively recent years? Have covert culture 2-3ish or up? Despite it being more of a historical footnote for her now, Serova's story starts in these cesspools of geopolitical runoff. Shoot a message over. Maybe there could be a link there.
- Vampires: Svetlana Serova has been placed as Whip of Clan Malkavian, even though she only nominally claims allegiance to the Camarilla. The rumor is that she staked someone for the job. She walks, talks, and quacks like an Anarch, and often falls in line with them and crashes their events.
- She also has some 'interesting' opinions on undead history and culture. Need to speak to a representative of the lunatics? Hold a grudge for the transplant neonate butting in on the scene? Sveta will humor you. Until she doesn't.
logs
- 2020-06-04 Smile Bitch: A bloody good time
- 2020-06-13 - But I got the Suits
- 2020-06-17 Gathering of the Anarchs - June 2020
- 2020-07-16 Malkavian Sensation
- 2020-07-23 Blood Spilled at Sprawl
- 2020-08-08 Camarilla Court I
- 2020-09-12 Camarilla Court III
- 2020-11-14 Camarilla Court VI
- 2020-11-15 1st Forum - Barony of Santa Monica
- 2020-12-04 Camarilla Court VII
- 2021-01-20 Camarilla Court VIII
- 2021-02-13 Westside Salon
- 2021-04-11 Malkavian Death Race
contacts
| Bette | establishment personified. i'll pretend if you will. |
|---|---|
| Elizabeth | the edges are eroding. i can't say it bothers me. |
| Esther | you going to spend eternity like that? |
| Karner | i'm going to poison your lawn. |
| Lunette | hope the taste is worth it. |
| Seven | exactly who you need to be |
| Shelly | can i outsource? give me three. |
| Suelo | i fear becoming you. |
| Queenie | a violent splinter; pathetic, if you weren't so dangerous |
| Virginia | i can't help but feel somewhat responsible. don't worry. i'll get over it. |
| William | scarecrow of ideological contradiction |
| Zebastian | broken heart, broken head; sharp eye, charming façade |
| Zoey | you have to pay to play |
| Alejandro | predictable, in the best way possible |
|---|---|
| Avery | someone needs to remove your chocks |
| Bastion | mind the gap |
| Becky | woodland critter, big city |
| Bita | get it together. |
| Cheree | best. friends. |
| Crawley | adopt me :) |
| Gretchen | you have enough props. let's see you use them. |
| Harper | mostly capable, usually professional. i guess. |
| Hall | it's not vice if it's fun |
| Ian | no others savable. all the others damned. by the million. |
| Jamal | listen to the ground before you cross the tracks |
| Khadijah | sacrifice comes after the offerings, naturally |
| Nisha | fresh out of the shell, ready to imprint |
| Quinn | i like watching you work |
| Summer | a leaf caught in a stone's eddy: a phenomena of rapids |
| Tabi | whoops. lol. |
| Zane | the flat of a hammer, with all of its delicacies |
| Chanel | dying aint much of a living |
|---|---|
| Crow | you can hang |
| Luu | an acoustic apparition |
| отец | если я вернусь домой, я тебя благодарю или убью |
| Dusty+Shyla | i can't wait to finally meet you |
|---|---|
| змея | i will return the favor. mine will be significantly less skillful. |
| Jordan | sorry |
| репетитор | i like to think that in some ways you'd be proud, but we both know that's delusion. |
| царь | you were probably right to have reservations. here's to them coming back to bite. |
| Cheyenne | сука |
|---|---|
| Francis | you were to be the bedrock i was to moor to. gone before i had the chance. |
| Jezail | all the answers in a drought of questions |
| Judas | does autonomy equate to efficacy? a case study |
| Lydon | a million cuts, laughing all the while |
| Mosquito | сталь ржавеет без заботы. a misfit among misfits. |
| Veyess | you weren't supposed to humor me |
| Spider | no pretense. i liked that. |
