Age: 29 (appears to be)
Weight: OMGWTFSOHEAVY
Hair: Purple, long
Eyes: Brown
Height: 40'
Being a giantess has never been said to be easy. Then again, being a giantess has never been said to be hard either. Take that as you will it. Either way, that is what Lyubov is. Forty feet of woman, towering over the regular masses. She kind of sticks out like a sore thumb one might suppose. She doesn't mind though. She sticks to herself and lives off the land...or the things living on the land. It's the same thing to her in the long run. She hasn't had that many long term run ins with the general populace though. Those few run ins she has had didn't always end on the best of terms anyway.
Appearance wise, besides being so drastically tall that it would give some people nosebleeds to turn their heads back that far and look up at her, she appears to be quite normal. That is, except for the shockingly whie hair that flows down from her head. Her lips have this same odd, glistening hue. Her skin is a toned, golden brown, a natural color not derived from any tanning. She wears tattered clothing pieced together from large colorful awnings she procurred in some excursions to the more modern world. Some sefl-smelted jewlery adorns her form as well, but the rest remains bare, showing off her sleek, poweful physique.
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