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Silvia. Just Silvia, there's no last name. No Vault Dweller sign over her head, no blue spandex. Just a dark haired woman with a pair of the oddest eyes on earth. Big and pale grey, like the start of a storm. Or the end. She's quite, like the start, like the end. She's made a couple close friends but keeps her distance from most. She tries to stay clean, simply because it makes her feel better about herself.. Or maybe just habit, but there's no makeup left to wear and no curlers for her hair, so it's all about keeping the grime off.
Her lips are often chapped and the bruises and cuts of day to day living are visible, though cleaned and dressed when it's needed. She doesn't hide the burn scars on her face and neck. It's not something she's ashamed of. A patch of rough skin stretches back from the right corner of her mouth and stops at her ear then reaches behind her neck and down her spine. On her left temple a distinct square shape looks like it was cut rather than burned. Like most things about Silvia, the reasons are unknown. She simply doesn't have much to say about herself, even one on one, but loves to listen to others.
Here's a few pictures of Silvia's room at the State House. There is a full bathroom just outside the double doors, I forgot to take pics :( Fahrenheit's room is down a floor and Hancock's got a bed in the basement, but the room is trashed. I converted a room into an office for the drifter who lives in it, cause he's now the city accountant. And there are real cots and dividers upstairs for drifters, so they get a little bit of privacy. Of course, drugs and alcohol everywhere, as always. Silvia likes clean things and if she's around she'll clean a lot... which makes people feel bad so they start helping.
Also, This is Floppy Dog. The real version. :) She always puts her paws like that, has to be left over right, she'll switch it back if you change them. She's been with me since the second she was born, as her momma is my daughter's dog.
