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.
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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 that allow revelers to lose track of self and get adrenaline pumping 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.
Been to Donbas, Crimea, Idlib, or Kurdistan in relatively recent years? Have covert culture 2-3ish or up? Shoot a message over.
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. 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.
