Editing Garotte (section)

==Appearance==
Sveta is little more than a very pale face with thin tendrils streaming around it like hair.<ref name="18.z e1">Like a dozen frog’s tongues, tendrils snapped across the length of the room to the ‘bed’, encircling it. In another second, as though each tendril were elastic bands stretched to their limits, Sveta had shifted there, her tendrils gripping the post as she hung from it. Jessica was free.<br><br>Sveta was little more than a very pale face with thin tendrils streaming around it like hair. Small organs dangled from the largest of the tendrils that extended from the back of her face. A small symbol marked the girl’s cheekbone: a stylized ‘c’, in black.<br><br>It took Sveta a second before she relaxed enough to let the tendrils uncoil from the post. The tendrils settled in the air, in a rough facsimile of where a person’s limbs might be. She’d positioned herself so that the organs could rest on the ‘shelves’ on the post.<br><br>“I’m sorry,” Sveta said, eyes downcast.<br><br>“I’m fine. I understand,” Jessica soothed. She shifted position, and one tendril snapped out to catch her leg, gripping her around the knee, squeezing and twisting with a strength that could have torn every ligament in her knee and wrenched Jessica’s calf from her upper leg. Sveta flinched, closed her eyes for a second, and the tendril moved back to the post. The suit had held. No damage done. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/interlude-18-donation-bonus-3/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18.z]]</ref> Small organs dangle from the largest of the tendrils that extends from the back of her face while a small "C" is tattooed on her cheekbone.<ref name="18.z" /><ref name="27.5e1">He began undoing the little clasps of metal that bound Garotte against his body.  She unfurled, reached out to railings, to edges of metal.<br><br>Where the tendrils surrounded the railing, a barrier that might have stopped a speeding car, the metal bent, crushed tight.<br><br>The tendrils continued to find their way to things to grip.  There were more of them than I’d thought.<br><br>One tendril seized my claw, faster than I could react.  Just as fast, it pulled back, found something else to hold.<br><br>She and Weld both stopped.<br><br>I watched as she closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and then exhaled.<br><br>Weld released her organs, hidden in a space in his broad back, and she was free of him.  She collected herself around the railing, her eyes closed, drawing in deep breaths and then exhaling slowly.  Slowly, the tendrils released, and she stretched out to her full length.<br><br>She looked like a fish underwater, a lionfish or jellyfish with dramatic, crazy fins or fronds.  Where they weren’t bound to her surroundings, the fronds fell in line with one another, moved with their own rhythm, a mind of their own, that searched the surroundings. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/extinction-27-5/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.5]]</ref> She speaks with a soft Russian accent.<ref>The tendril-girl spoke, her voice harboring a soft Russian accent. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/extinction-27-5/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.5]]</ref>