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| β | Silvia's a blonde woman of average height, her hair falling down with a natural cascade to it, ending in a nice flick just after her shoulders. She's got blue eyes and something of a piercing stare, but her lips are quick to find a smile. She's | + | Silvia's a blonde woman of average height, her hair falling down with a natural cascade to it, ending in a nice flick just after her shoulders. She's got blue eyes and something of a piercing stare, but her lips are quick to find a smile. She's got that outdoorsy sort of look to her, a face that's seen a lot of sun and light, weathered and tanned. Her form is is athletic and lean, well toned and wiry. Her movements are quick and sudden, and there's a solid alertness about her behind an easygoing nature. Her fingers are wiry and thin, with her nails cut short. |
| β | She's dressed casual, a pair of sleek fit black yoga pants, and good running shoes. She's | + | She's dressed casual, a pair of sleek fit black yoga pants that cling to her toned legs, and good running shoes, white with a red stripe down the side that have seen a lot of wear. She's got a grey t-shirt on, with a blue stripe diagonally down it that breaks up the shape of her form. Over this is a faux leather jacket, brown with a wool lining to ward off the chill. |
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Revision as of 07:59, 9 November 2022
Silvia White is a tourist. She's from Australia, she's not been in Chicago for very long, and she's seeing the sights while she got a part time job as a line order cook at a local diner. She's kind of crude, very mouthy, and tends to not be afraid to tell just about anyone what she really thinks. She also talks to herself a lot.
She's also a werewolf, A Storm Lord Ithaeur, and has a lot to say about Spirits and Claimed. She's not made much of a splash amongst the local wolves or the Accords yet, and has largely considered the Accords irrelevant until very recently.
Silvia's a blonde woman of average height, her hair falling down with a natural cascade to it, ending in a nice flick just after her shoulders. She's got blue eyes and something of a piercing stare, but her lips are quick to find a smile. She's got that outdoorsy sort of look to her, a face that's seen a lot of sun and light, weathered and tanned. Her form is is athletic and lean, well toned and wiry. Her movements are quick and sudden, and there's a solid alertness about her behind an easygoing nature. Her fingers are wiry and thin, with her nails cut short.
She's dressed casual, a pair of sleek fit black yoga pants that cling to her toned legs, and good running shoes, white with a red stripe down the side that have seen a lot of wear. She's got a grey t-shirt on, with a blue stripe diagonally down it that breaks up the shape of her form. Over this is a faux leather jacket, brown with a wool lining to ward off the chill.
- Mortal
- Decent cook.
- Tourist, still exploring the city. Kind of prefers wild and rural places.
- Likes to target shoot.
- Mouthy.
- Supernatural
- Hates Claimed. Maybe even a little more than the average Storm Lord.
- Has a good knowledge of the Shadow in general, still figuring out Chicago's Hisil.
- Quite a decent amount of knowledge about the spirits.
- Annoyed Solomon once.
Norm - So fucking chill, so fucking dumb. I like him.
Harlow - She has some weird fuckin' ideas, and I think she'll be disappointed to learn most of what she's looking for are just mouthy fucking spirits being fucking weird.
Solomon - I really fucking did do you a favour.
Five - I know, I really am the coolest.
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