Severine Volkova
Further Information
-
"Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what's inside you?
That's steel. It's brave and unbreakable. And it doesn't need fixing."
– Leigh Bardugo
-
LONELINESS
Refusing to call your trust issues what they are and instead convincing yourself and everyone else that distance is smart, and safe, and useful. In conversation, embellishing true stories to one up your peers, climbing the hierarchial mountain with each impressed nod. There’s hollowness in relationships; thin, practiced smiles on everyone’s faces but a collective sigh of discontent when the party is over. When true companionship comes knocking, cautiously letting it in, and when the departure comes, hanging on too tightly because this one is smart, and safe, and useful. And through it all, a thread of acquaintances, connections who look on you well and offer support but never promise to keep your secrets.
-
DETAILS
Appealing attributes ❧ Looks like hers are rare to come by in Ravka, and thus her long, raven hair and stormy blue eyes tend to draw many people's eye.
Physical defences ❧ She is an extremely powerful Grisha squaller, but more often than not her ruthlessness alone is sufficient to keep people at bay.
Phobias ❧ She suffers from regular and very vivid nightmares, so sleep in general is a genuine fear of hers.
Presentation ❧ Physically she appears very put together; she looks presentable at all times and is well spoken. She is, however, very reserved, and tends to push people away when she first makes their acquaintance.
Voice ❧ She has a singsong voice, with the tones rising and falling in an almost musical way.
Quirks ❧ None that are particularly obvious. She does however sleep with a candle lit.
Hobbies ❧ Her work is her hobby, and she rarely does anything for fun.
Languages ❧ She speaks Ravkan and Kerch fluently, decent Shu and minimal amounts of Fjerdan.
Talents ❧ She stubbornly claims that her abilities are her sole talent.
Scent ❧ She smells like crisp, frosty mornings, X and X.
-
FAVOURITE...
|COLOUR| ⋄ She usually finds herself drifting towards various shades of blue, probably since they remind her of the fabric of her beloved kefta.
|HIDING SPOT| ⋄ Whenever she is in need of a break, she heads for the highest tower in The Little Palace. It comes with an overview of the castle grounds, but more importantly it allows her to see and be close to the skies.
|DISH|⋄ She is not a picky eater and gulps down her daily herring on rye without complaining, yet honey-roasted quail is her absolute favourite.
|ANIMAL| ⋄ Peregrine Falcons, since they have impeccable vision and navigate the skies with ease and grace.
|BOOK| ⋄ She does not have as much time to read as she would like, but Ayama and the Thorn Wood was her favourite story as a child, and she knows it by heart.
|SEASON| ⋄ Winter. She enjoys the brisk winds on her face and the clear, frosty mornings that comes with it.
|SAINT/SANKTA| ⋄ At this point of her life, she does not put her faith in the saints anymore, nor does the bother picking favourites among them.
|FLOWER| ⋄ Her favourite flowers are snowdrops, as they remind her of home. Her father used to pick them for her mother and bring them to her on her birthday. The slightest sentimentality, which she has never been able to let go.
|SCENT| ⋄ Her favourite scent is that of X.
|COUNTRY| ⋄ Ravka is and have always been her first love. She will do just about anything for her country, and has done so on numerous occasions.
|FRUIT| ⋄ Sweet and perfectly ripened pears are her favourite.
|DRINK| ⋄ Black tea with mint leaves and no sugar, which she drinks every morning and every night before she goes to bed.
-
P A L E T T E ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎
-
|TIME OF DAY| ⋄ The early morning hours before the Little Palace truly wakes up is when Severine takes some time for herself, usually going on a stroll around the gardens or a short ride to clear her head.
|SOUND| ⋄ The sound of thunder rolling in the distance, snow under foot or wind rattling the leaves.
|ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE| ⋄ Severine is far too invested in her obligations as a general to allow herself even one drink, and she cannot stand the taste of Kvas.
|MONTH| ⋄ She enjoys Ravka's harsh winters, with all the snowstorms and clear mornings that comes with it.
|GEMSTONE| ⋄ Albeit not being vain in the slightest or drawn towards jewels and finery in general, sapphires and pearls appeals to her in a certain way.
|WORD OR PHRASE| ⋄ "Quote."
|ELEMENT| ⋄ Wind and air is the element that flows through her veins as a part of her Grisha powers. It is a natural extension of herself.
|EYE COLOUR| ⋄ She has never given it much thought, as she usually looks for truth or intention in people's eyes and rarely pays attention to their colour. That being said, a certain pair of brown eyes has managed to melt the ice from her blue ones ever so slightly.
|SWEET TREAT| ⋄ She does not have a sweet tooth as per say, but has been known to take lemon or ginger biscuits with her nighttime tea.
|LANGUAGE| ⋄ Ravkan and Kaelish, the mother tongue of each of her parents.
|TEXTURE| ⋄ Stroking her fingers through the soft mane of a horse.
|WEATHER CONDITION| ⋄ She has a fondness for storms like none other. The more ruthless the wind, the better. Sometimes she can even be found in the middle of it with her face turned to the skies and her arms spread wide, feeling mor alive than ever.
|MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE| ⋄ Her father told her the myth of Morozova's stag as a little girl, and although she knows it to be just that, a myth, the thought of a magnificent creature like that is enough to make her smile every now and then.
