Editing Contessa (section)

==Appearance==
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Contessa is a pale-skinned woman with black hair described as "somewhere between wavy and curly", worn a little longer than shoulder length.<ref name="24.2e1">She was older, but not old. Maybe my dad's age, maybe a little younger. Pretty, in a very natural way. She didn't wear any obvious makeup, and her black hair was somewhere between wavy and curly, a little longer than shoulder length. Her features French or Italian, if I had to guess. She wore only a simple black suit that had been tailored to fit her body, with a narrow black tie and a white dress shirt. What got me were the eyes. There was no kindness in them. - [ Excerpt] from [[Crushed 24.2]]</ref> On at least one occasion, she wore it in a loose ponytail.<ref name="25.5e1"/> She was pretty, but didn't wear obvious makeup.<ref name="24.2e1"/>

As a child, she generally wore a school uniform.<ref name="I27e1">'''May 1986, twenty-seven years ago'''<br><br>A strange place for this discussion.<br><br>The woman looked supremely at ease as she took a seat opposite David. The teenage girl who accompanied her was just as confident. Here and there in the little cafe, people gave them dirty looks.<br><br>The woman was black, dressed all in white, the girl wore a private school uniform and held a notebook and fountain pen. - [[Interlude 27.x|27.x (Interlude, Eidolon)‏‎]]</ref><ref name="I15.ze 1">Rebecca stirred, turning around to see who was speaking. A black woman with long hair in a doctor's get-up was messing with the IV bag. But... no name tag. And there was a teenage girl with pale skin and dark hair standing behind her, wearing knee-high socks, a black pleated skirt and white dress shirt. "You're not one of my doctors." - [[Interlude 15.z]]</ref> As an adult, she wears a tailored black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie<ref name="24.2e1"/> and a fedora.<ref name="I18.f e1">A young woman, dark-haired, wearing a suit and fedora, with luggage on wheels. - [[Interlude 18.f]]</ref><ref name="25.5e1">The rectangular portal closed, and I was left staring at a wall. I turned to see the woman in the suit. She was tidy, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail with strands tracing the side of her face, and she held a fedora in one hand. The hat was beaded with moisture. Another excursion she'd made before reaching out to me? - [[Scarab 25.5]]</ref>

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Upon broken triggering into a Titan, Contessa's appearance changed significantly. She became an enormous vaguely woman shaped figure, with her head turned skyward. She has no face, but a morass of hair-like black stone. Three large wolf heads of this same black stone made up part of her neck and shoulders. Everything below that is a jumble of images. She also has an untold amount of eyes covering her entire body.<ref>She was growing, but not in a smooth way. Rather, in staggered stages, parts of her lunged into being. A black stone wolf's head, three hands reaching up to grasp at one another's wrists, winding and almost braiding together in their efforts. Forking, another wolf's head. A curl of what could have been hair or horn writ in more black stone with traces of white. More curlings and decorative growths.<br><br>Until there was a silhouette, a vaguely woman-shaped figure with head turned skyward, back arched and chest and stomach thrust up and out, 'arms' dangling. She had no face, but instead a morass of that hair-like, horn-like curling of black stone, like a curtain of it was draped over her head. Three large wolf heads framed her neck and helped form one of her shoulders. Everything below was a jumble, images so layered and lost in one another that they were almost pure decoration.<br><br>The black-lightning cracks around her were intense, with more straight lines than the other disaster.<br><br>She didn't move a muscle, if she even had muscles. But she did open her eyes. Amber eyes all up and down her body, some so small the chains of them looked like veins of gold, appearing in cracks and the centers of curls. In tumbles of blacks tone hair and open mouths. Everywhere but where a human silhouette should have eyes. Each bright in the midst of smoke and snow, contrasted by the blackness of her. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/11/12/interlude-17-z-sundown/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 17.z II]]</ref>
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