Name: Svanya

Race:  Human

Sex: Female

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 177 lbs.

Hair: Blonde, meticulously braided and adorned with coloured beads and raven feathers

Eyes: Sky blue.

Bust: E.


Build: Well-toned and well-defined.

Before you stands a tall female. She moves with a distinct purpose, chin held high in a proud, slightly arrogant demeanour aided in impact by a general attention to her overall appearence, walking the thin line between tempting and lethal.

Unusually tall for a human female, she stands at 6'6'' feet tall, with a set of well-defined muscles about her frame, though not hulking enough to obscure her femininity. Despite her, at times, martial demeanour, by some eldritch trickery, she'd managed to keep her skin without a notch or blemish with the exception of a mild tan, should one call it such. Unless, of course, one views tattoos as such, in which case the countless inkings of tribal, foreign origin adorn her sun-bathed skin, including several knotwork designed tattoos focused on her neck, biceps and forearms. Each one of her hand's fingers are tattooed as well, runes depicted on each and every single one just past her knuckles.

The Norse human usually carries herself tall and proud, staring down at those of lesser height while fearlessly meeting the gaze of her equals. Though at times, the thin veneer of the civilised nordic beauty would crack to reveal a feral savagery barely contained, the occassional speck of blood or reek of slaughter too persistent to be entirely scrubbed out.

Her thick blonde hair is fashioned into a tribal hairstyle adorned meticulously with sapphire beads and dark feathers that shimmer slightly in an oily manner when light reflects off them, with blonde-length braids in place of trimmed sideburns, draped halfway down to her chest, kissing along her form with every movement like a curtain allowed to flow on a windy day. Her face is sculpted, well formed, just like the degree of perfection you'd expect on a bust. As feminine and angular as her features might be, with well pronounced cheekbones, pouty lips and sky blue eyes that can only be matched by a beach's water on a sunny day, she seems all too intent on keeping the air of perfection about them, barely bothering with make-up, to the point only a light sheen of red might grace her lips, or a dim blue lining emphasise her almoned shaped eyes.

Her body is clearly built for power, be it of actual physical labor, or sexual, the ideal of perfection and athletic beauty desired by so many reflected in her obvious good health, each sinew of flesh rippling with power, be it from the flexing of a hand, or a bicep, with a flawless 6-pack of abs. Just above that solid wall of muscle that is her tummy, two orbs sprout from her very chest, the swells in question lush and round, perhaps big enough to be considered huge, but given her build and height, there is barely, if any, lack of proportion. Her toned, hard-muscled arms remain free of any signs of hardship, however such an illusion is dispelled were one to pay attention to hands,  calloused  from what seems to be a lifetime of weapon handling and, contrary to what one might expect, with neatly clipped nails lacking any paint.

Lights are shiny.

Let me illuminate you.

With a flamethrower.