Volga Fjorgan

Description

A lean young Obsidian woman stands six and a half feet tall with a deceptively stunted build for her caste, featuring broad powerful shoulders, massive mitt-like hands, and an immense bulk that can eclipse light or haul grown adults like pillows. Her smooth unweathered face shows clear sloping cheekbones, big mopey eyes that swell with tears or darken with rage, a wide nose that flares in anger, full big lips, and a mangled smile of second-rate teeth, all conveying a puppyish gentleness beneath her giant frame. She wears black neoPlast suits for stealth or military chestplates and helmets for combat, moving silently despite her size whether hunching sheepishly in a booth, twirling an umbrella in massive fingers, or standing as an imposing bulwark with arms crossed like barricades. Volga is a lean, six-and-a-half-foot-tall Obsidian woman, large even when she seems to hunch into herself. Her mouth is mangled by second-rate dental work, and emerald piercings punctuate her chin; unlike many Obsidians, her face lacks dense wind calluses. She commonly wears a black bodysuit or neoPlast suit, sometimes with a pink umbrella in hand. Her size is imposing, but her shy blushes and uncertain posture give her a surprisingly gentle presence. A towering woman of exceptional height, standing at least two hands taller than the tallest Gray, with a massively muscular build where her arms and legs look like knotted trees, her pale calves thicker than most thighs and corded with dense muscle and thin white hair. Her huge head of frazzled white hair looks one part tragic and one part feral, framing a face that can smile with surprising gentleness as she looks down at smaller companions. She moves with bear-like power and strength, able to lift men by the collar with one hand while holding a rifle like a pistol in the other, usually wearing a utilitarian jumpsuit that is often stretched or damaged from her immense frame. A short Obsidian woman with large hands and heavy boots. Her face shows deep forehead grooves and lines of age. She wears a dragonscale cape and moves with a heavy, grounded step. Her eyes hold a bitter, hard quality that reveals pain and doubt when meeting familiar gazes.