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The aire about her is cold. She carries herself like the finest of European royalty seeming to float rather than walk across the floor. Her smile, though enticing
when drawn up into a perfect cupids bow, seems to radiate the same chill. Her raven colored hair is so soft and fluid it is like liquid ebony as it sways with her
every motion. However the most striking feature you would note would be her eyes.
The color is uncommon if not unnatural. So blue that they shame the oceans depths.. and so chilling that they seem as if they could bore into your very soul. Turning your back won't help. The feeling you get from those eyes penetrates your back like cold steel and you know she watches you. It might escape you how something so beautiful and picturesque could cause you to subconsciously shudder each time you see her attentions upon you.
When she speaks the voice is soft and melodic. It is sweet and musical, so pleasant in fact that coupled with her heavenly visage, she commands your attention however uneasy as it may be. Her accent is obviously Russian and sometimes she will pause seeming as if she is contemplating how her phrasing would properly convert into English. Occasionally she will lose the translation and throw her head back in amused laughter, a laugh that sends a cold shiver down your spine. Her touch, belies what may be the only warmth about her. There is something electric in her touch. It is a lively spark or calming ease that when contrasted by her aire, is almost whimsical.
She loves relating stories of 'the old country', which seems to be the way she
refers to her mother country of Russia. She is kindly and enjoys the attention,
always happy to oblige her company with a good story or simply pleasant talk.
Its truly hard to grasp why you would feel unease around her. She seems so kind
and gentle. Her mannerisms and speech make her a jewel to converse with. Perhaps all things really aren't as they seem? Or.. is there some substance to uphold your concerns?
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Here is a photograph of Dimitri Antonov. He is a Tzimisce
and a Sabbat Cardinal and is held in a place of special
sentiment by his loyal, Anastasia.
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