Description
She isn't exactly the prettiest girl. She's every pale, and in many places you can see the veins beneath her skin. Contrasting her stark white skin is the jet-black hair on her head. While she usually keeps it in a ponytail secured by a garden-variety rubber band, when she does let her hair down it reaches down to her shoulders. She isn't exactly the hardiest person, either. She's skinny, though not a skeleton, and has thin arms and legs. She also has small breasts and a waist that's no wider than her hips. Overall, she looks about as sturdy as a twig under strain, and she's for the most part unremarkable. She has thin lips and somewhat sunken eyes, coupled with shallow cheekbones and more often than not a frown on her face. She's typically found in a light-blue sweater and doesn't carry a purse, instead opting for a medium-sized backpack. Complimenting this is a pair of skinny jeans, worn not for the fashion but for the fact that they feel better. If she's in cold environments she has a thin but effective jacket, but if the weather gets too hot for her sweatshirt she usually wears a tank-top.
Personality
Svetlana, at first glance, simply appears shy. She generally stays away from populated areas and is happiest where it's quiet, which may give this appearance. Her attitude goes deeper than that, though. Deeply suspicious of almost everyone, especially politicians and those that work for the government, she prefers to limit her interactions with others strictly to formal relations such as those you might find between professionals in a meeting room. This is where she comes out the most in everyday happenings. When negotiating, and doing work in general, Svetlana's brutal, cunning, and aggressive, and shouldn't be underestimated. In addition, if she's given the shaft in a deal that another person isn't willing to cooperate, she's doesn't resort to talking, and simply gets her money back.
Svetlana is, to put it simply, an assassin. She's a very professional one as well. Svetlana, in dealing with contractors, holds herself to high standards: she's polite in her meetings, efficient in her work, and, of course, has a plan to kill everyone she meets. As said before, she isn't hesitant to turn on her employer when there's a bad deal; she once killed a man's wife over a hundred dollars.
Despite her coldness to people at first, it is possible for her to warm up to a character, though it's a bit more difficult for her with males. As for romantic situations, most believe she's a lesbian, though it would be possible for a man to romance her if he plays his cards right.
Equipment
Med. Backpack, grey
Antique Soviet Ballistic Knife
AWM Sniper Rifle, painstakingly maintained, equipped with telescoping sights, usually disassembled
Magazine of 5 .300 Winchester Magnum rounds, 1-3
Smoke grenade, 2
Re-usable water bottle, obsessively filled
So begins...
Excuse me, but how would someone go about joining this room? Simply emerging from the darkness, being found unconscious?
Their tender moment is suddenly interrupted by the sound of heavy breathing, very nearby. A thud echoes through the underdark as a girl falls to the ground nearby. She's still alive but her breathing's ragged, pained, and very loud as she struggles to inhale and exhale.
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh tries to get up. "Please... I need to find the source..." She coughs up a bit of blood, and some of the same dark liquid starts to pool beneath her. Her hand is concealed beneath her body, likely clutching the wound there, and a great deal of her hair seems to have been ripped out. After a moment, she falls unconscious, blood slowly leaking from her mouth. She was still alive, though.
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh was holding her large chest wound with her severely modified arm. Towards the hand scales began to grow in patches, and in the place of her manipulators were a set of lizard-like claws, covered in blood and some sort of strange slime. She's woken up by the cold water, and coughs out a fresh serving of crimson. "Where am I?" She weakly asks as she finally looks at Rae with a pair of cold grey eyes.
"I, I..." She coughs. "Call me Frostbite. Do you have any medical supplies or adrenaline?"
"Thank goodness," she says with a comforted sigh. "I think I have a few cuts on my head, but my chest is the only part that really needs attention."
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh gasps as she grits her teeth. "You're supposed to inject those directly into an artery, you idiot!" she snaps at Amelie, more from the pain than from actual anger or annoyance.
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh groans in pain. Amelie's expert application of hard drugs didn't exactly help her condition. "Ugh... just let me rest for a moment..." She says as her body screams at her.
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh places her claw back on the now-bandaged wound. She presses down on it. Even if it was bandaged it was still leaking blood like crazy; she could feel the strength slowly draining from her.
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh moves her claw quickly to her mouth, biting down on the hard scales to keep from hurting herself further.
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh nods.
Svetlana "Frostbite" Kiryestyanskeh gasps for air, clenching her teeth as hard as humanly possible, when the procedure is finally finished. "I really wish those painkillers would have worked..." she barely gets out through pained breaths.