Burn scars wrinkle the flesh of her face along the right side and seem to snake down along the curve of neck and vanish beneath the cut of body glove and dress uniform. Those scars tell a dark and terrible story when one locks stares with Elizaveta's dark blue eyes and catches the glimmer of something fractured and fearful behind the iron composure of a Rogue Trader at home in any manner of danger; whether it be spiritual, physical, or yet more abstract in nature. To think that anything could so unnerve a woman is a terrifying thought in itself.

These very burns give her overall countenance, a handsome and noble yet sinister visage to be sure, a certain gravitas of experience and strength that might not have otherwise been glimpsed in the unmarred beauty of a noble woman's face. It is those sinister airs though and the certain prominence of her nose that evoke mental connections to the tainted blood of the Malfian families of Calixis and the dread reputation wrapped up in those peculiar lines. Beyond such demerits her body tends towards an fit and curvy frame that seems to have no place among the often rail thin goers of the void. The aspects of such only further made noticeable by the cut of uniform and body glove to accommodate some lingering vanity that has transcended any conscious consideration and moved straight into deep seated habit. The final piece to her mien is the great flow of ash blond hair that seems to encircle her face and flow in an endless tide to the small of her back, kept only barely contained by a single band holding it in a high seated tail. Another detail for the keen eyed is the choker that remains always around her neck with it's ruby and gold center-piece ornament that seems to glow just ever so faintly.

All and all she is a rightfully dominate figure amongst her crew, every tale about her seeming entwined in the vile nature of her blood, loyalty to her chosen crew and the brilliance of a mind free of many imperial traditions.



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The Dancer in the Void is her ship, her domain in the stars, and the trophy of her claiming of the Warrant. It is a vessel both ancient and wise but touched by a troubled past that shows all too well in her sleek black hull. She is a ship free of the Imperium's many religious affectations and symbols of office. Instead, etched carefully into the prow of the vessel, is the Bolonikov's family crest of entwined serpents about a single leather bound tome. Her hull shows many scars speaking of old battles, daring escapes, and more than one nimble evasion of a conflict that would have crippled it.

Within the many holds are countless secrets, within the great Librarium a wealth of knowledge both foul and pure, in her enginarium beats the loyal heart of an old campaigner, this and many secrets seem to define the ancient super structure of this Dauntless Class Light Cruiser. She is not a ship without enemies though as much like her captain the adventures she has been upon has seen her make foes a plenty in the vastness of Imperial space... yet what hope do they have to catch the nimble dancer upon her chosen stage? One would have far better luck finding and catching the Eldar in their Craftworlds.