Fallout 4: Love Letters from the Commonwealth

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, calculated, and above all kind. She's made a couple close friends, but keeps her distance from most. She's set up a couple of little bases, and doesn't have to work as hard to get by, but she does anyway, simply to keep her mind off of the apocalypse and what it's cost her.

Sil stands 5'3", a slim build with no real meat on her. She is quite fast when out of armor and very sneaky. Unfortunately, she hits like a little girl.

There is obvious Native American blood in her, not that it's recognizable as anything more than alien-like eyes and shiny hair. 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 reaches back from the right corner of her mouth and stops at her ear, then reaches all the way down and behind her neck. Another little patch of scarred flesh in a distinct square shape on her left temple 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, and for good reason, but loves to listen to others.