Milena Nowak / 38 years old / Female, she/her / Asexual & Greyromantic / Candlewatch / Co-leader / None / Milena is a woman of about average height, around 165 centimetres or 5’4”. Her figure used to be on the chubbier side, but fourteen years of surviving in the cold had its effect, she grew strong under the softer exterior. Her skin is pale, with warm undertones and a handful of freckles. Her hair is thick and dark brown, already streaked with white, and she keeps it short, just reaching her chin. Her eyes are brown as well. Most of her clothes are simple pieces, and she layers them well, preferring thinner fabrics under thick, knitted sweaters and animal fur. She wears skirts often as well. She wears a small pouch on her hip all the time, collecting trinkets, a single, small gold earring, and varying set of handmade jewellery - pieces of forest junk on string. She also has a cane she carved herself. / She is a grounded, pragmatic woman. One who stands with both feet on the ground, a comforting, guiding presence, someone who gives great advice. Or so she thinks she is, and most people would agree with her. In truth, she plays games with people and plays them often, slightly twisting the narrative, manipulating the flow of the conversation, but she thinks this to be for their benefit, and often it is. She is a coward, who likes to take risks - calculated risks, when possible, without putting her skin in the game. However, she knows when to take the credit and when to take the blame. Her goal is to keep the community together, to keep the most people alive, and she feels responsible for all of them. / Milena is of south slavic origin. She grew up lower-middle class in a small town, with superstitious, nature-loving, crafty parents (most of that rubbed off on her too) and big dreams. She was studying engineering and became the first in her family to earn a degree. There is not much she can do with that now. When the Storm broke out, she found refuge in the cabins her family used to visit while hiking. Milena was an active player in developing the community to where it is now (even if the security is just a facade, even if she has long stopped believing in anything) with her skilled hands and calm, collected judgements. She became the leader of the group after a while, but two years ago she had to step down due to a foot injury. There are many people in her life she won't talk about. Ask her, and then you might become one of them... / Crafts and logistics. She is very good at making candles and working with thread, and is willing to teach anyone who asks. She is also very precise when it comes to data, and she often takes inventory of their supplies and organizes how should they be distributed / Cooking and taking care of other people. She is not very exceptional at anything food related - the meals she makes are bland even considering the circumstances. She tries to be a comforting presence, but she gets annoyed and tired of people after a while. / Physically demanding tasks and spiritually confusing phenomenon. Due to her injury, anything more demanding than walking takes a toll on her. She isn't in denial of the supernatural (after all these years, no sane person can be) but she likes to categorize everything she sees and it's very challenging mentally when she encounters something she can't immediately put into a category. / Crafting, logistics, and organizing. Her aim is quite good, and she learnt how to throw a knife effectively. / She is grieving. What? Who? Does she know? Maybe not anymore. / Unknown, new creatures, running out of resources and starving, betrayal and turmoil in her community. / When she has something to do with her hands, soft fabrics and the sound of fire. / None / She always smells of beeswax. How, when bees are long gone? Well... / Kelvin! Joking. As a pesky little European, I prefer C.
Song is Yellow Light by Of Monsters and Men
