Salvia Remmine

General Info-
Name: Salvia Remmine
Nickname: Via
Date of Birth: January 4th
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Italian, A wizard
Relationship Status: Single
Social Status: Medium
Accent: Tonic
Language(s) Spoken: Italian and English
Volume of Voice: Low
Seen by others as: Disturbed
Likes: Dolls, Rivers, Boats, Herbs, Teas, affectionate people, rabbits.
Dislikes: Rude and loud people, other wizards, her mother, those who try to control/experiment on her.

Physical Info-
Height: 4’9
Weight: 121lbs
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Hair Color: Brown, but the left side is a pure white at the roots.
Hair Style: Long and Frazzled
Complexion: Clear
Posture: Medium
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Education: Medium
Religion: None

Backstory: Cold, that’s all Salvia could remember, ever since she was born Salvia has lived in the coldest parts of Italy struggling to survive to the next day. Poor parents with seven kids, that was a match made in hell; a hell that Salvia was unfortunate enough to live through. Busa Fradusta, a city located in the Dolomites mountains, never frequented by outsiders, hardly even inhabited by citizens. Houses were weak and thin for such cold weather, even in the summer days it never truly got over the 60s. Salvia was the middle child of the seven and was hardly remembered; outcast by her mother and stepped over by her siblings; her father was truly the only one to ever see or hear her. He spent nights with her reading and listening to her stories; sometimes they would even pull all-nighters just to keep one another company in the late hours. That all changed when Busa Fradusta was attacked by thieves and criminals whom had escaped from Austria during an outraged mob who was rioting against the Austrian rulers. That night Salvia watched as her father threw his cloak over his shoulders, placed his hat upon his head, kissed Salvia on the cheek and walked out the door into the raging night of snow and blood. Salvia never saw her father again, she also had to say goodbye to three of her siblings that night, as they also met their untimely ends at the hands of the criminals. Salvia had only been eight years old, but it was old enough to remember. Soon after, her family moved to a small town that was located in Switzerland, a neighboring country to Italy and close to Busa Fradusta. Salvia gained a job with a doll maker and soon she found a passion in the small toys that had perfect faces and gorgeous designs. Salvia even stayed up on her days off and painted perfect faces on porcelain dolls and sewed buttons and thread into plush fitted dolls. A passion had woken within the young woman and by the time she turned eighteen she had learned a bit of magic dealing with these dolls. The doll maker she worked for also had this magic and he taught Salvia all she knew about the art. Voodoo, manipulation, control, and even transformation, it was a true art that sparked an even brighter burn for Salvias' passion for dolls. One day while Salvia is sitting on a bench in a park knitting together a new doll for the shop she is overtaken by darkness. A voice in her mind that tells her to use the dolls, use the dark voodoo magic the doll maker forbade her to use, this voice whispered to the deepest part of her, and she had to fight it off but this darkness was not gone for good and Salvia knew this. With a new threat that resided within Salvias mind she sought out help, along the way will she meet your character? Or will your character be the help she is looking for? Maybe even be the darkness that is talking to her. I suppose we shall see when our paths cross.