This towering blonde stands at just shy seven feet. Her icy eyes tell tales of bloody experiences yet her welcoming smile and outward attitude would quickly dispel any notion that the woman wished ill.

Likely having born in cold climates, Sveas pale form stands strong, muscular without loosing on the feminine traits. Her blonde, nearly white hair dangles down to her shoulders, most times worn loose and casual. Her blue eyes shined as if dipped in ice, a single scar running from her brow to her cheek, over her right eye.
The womans lips were full tho she seldom favored any kind of make up, they were blemised by another short, but deeper scar, running over her mouth.

Svea stood strong shouldered, her arms tonedly muscled and her hands worn by years of hardships. Having to make extra room in her armor to accomodate her heaving breasts, The warrioress was buxom but the large chest didnt seem that out of place on her already formidable physique.
The curve of her hips was steep, making for a tantalising display as she'd walk and with such, her rear most often prominently pressed out.
This all held upward by strong, long legs with thick thighs.

Shaped for battle the northern woman seemed to have a very high opinion on herself and it showed in her mannerism, tho not her words. Tall and proud she still treated almost everyone with a welcoming, boisterous smile.

//Thanks for reading and look forward to playing with you! I am ooc:ly open to all scenarios and I do mean that. Tho my character has her own tastes and preferances.//