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Personality Description: Understanding, patient, and nurturing are some words that can be used to describe her. However, buried beneath such positive traits are some negative ones. Distrusting, paranoid and introverted are the traits that hold her back. If one could read her eyes, they would think that she was sorrow and heartache embodied and their assumptions would be correct. She has her past to blame for this.

History: Svetlanna has fought a long and hard battle with depression for as long as she can remember. She can not recall a time where she hasn't looked over her shoulder for fear of being laughed at while her back was turned. She can not recall a time where she wasn't full of doubt when it came to a person that piqued her interest or an event she was to take part in. What she can recall however is her love for music and how she would sing her heart out when her depression had periods of being worse than usual. It is this love for music and the beautiful melodies that would leave her lips that caught the attention of male suitors.

With her first love, it was puppy love having taken place in the small group lessons the nun of her church would give to the children of the village. He could be considered the typical nerd with his thick glasses, buck teeth, pants that came to his ankles and suspenders. Dimitri was a sweet young man who treated her how a young lady should be treated. Their puppy love lasted up until the eighth grade. As Dimitri grew older, puberty gifted him with a smooth face, strong chin, straight teeth, forming muscles and breathtakingly beautiful ice blue eyes whose vision had corrected itself over the years. He'd grown cocky and adored receiving the attention of girls who had confidence than she and so he left her.

For six whole months she cried of the love lost and kept to herself more than ever. Her singing surpassed the level of your average fourteen your old but that is because she focused even more so on her music while she mourned. Entering a form of charm school founded by the church she had made up her mind that she wouldn't allow any to get close and that she would just go on without friends because it would be better that way. She kept that promise to herself her entire first year. However another young man piqued her interest when she was in the two years later. Nicoli could be considered the jock. He was handsome, popular and all the girls wanted him. However, for some strange reason he showed interest in her.

Like a fool, she allowed him to string her along and he broke her heart. For the rest of her years in that charm school she continued to have this luck concerning relationships and she gave up on the idea of actually finding happiness in the arms of another person. She graduated at the top of her class and because her voice was so powerful, she managed to snag the chance to continue forth in a musical program to one of many prestigious institutes. Her first and second year blew by without her falling for anyone and she was proud of herself for that. Then he came along during her third year.

His name was Marcus and he was an angel. He had to be. He stood six feet even, with a lean figure though he looked like he could have been chiseled from stone. Smooth creme colored skin seemed to glow in the light; locks of gold framed his high cheek bones and strong jaw line while the rest cascaded down his back. However, what drew her to him the most were those piercing emerald eyes that seemed to peer into the very soul. He saved her. When she evaded him, he pursued. He built her up brick by brick and made her into the woman she had always wanted to be.

She was confidant, outgoing and trusting. He had become her best friend and her confidant. During her fourth year in the institute he had become her lover and the day of her graduation he had proposed. It was the happiest day of her life and they made plans to marry in December of the following year. Her life had turned around and took a path for the better. At long last the day of her wedding came but Marcus didn't show. Doubt, something she hadn't felt in so long had begun to rear its ugly head but she pushed it back. She had faith that things were fine. Perhaps Marcus had gotten cold. Perhaps they were moving to soon. It was understandable why he wouldn't show.

With that in mind, she returned home, to the cabin they shared. Silently she entered her room to change out of her wedding dress only to be greeted with a horrible sight. Marcus lay in their bed, in the arms of another woman. For a moment, one that felt like an eternity her heart stopped beating as tears welled in her eyes. Then like that a shrilled scream of pain at his betrayal left her lips. She chased the two of them out, tossing whatever she could get her hands on.

Once alone in their cabin, she bolted the door and ventured into the kitchen and procured a knife only to begin her work. Days passed and Marcus did everything he could to contact her to at least apologize for hurting her but he went unanswered. By the time the second week of hearing nothing rolled by he returned with the authorities and had them break down the door. They found her laying on her side on the kitchen floor curled up in the fetal position and cradling something close to her. Upon further inspection they saw that it was her own heart. She had killed herself in her desperate attempt to remove the source of her pain which was her broken heart but she held onto it protectively so that no one could capture it again and hurt her in the after life.