Name: Silvia Hatchet of Clan Panic
Gender: Female  (She/Her)
Age: 27
Humor: Choleric
Virtue: Justice
Vice: Gluttony

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Appearance
Silvia stands at 5’10” with the broad frame expected of an armorer. Her spun silver hair sometimes grants her even more height and looming potential, wrapped around the elaborate headdresses she dreams of acquiring. Her eyes shimmer with gold and a deep-set hunger. She looks nothing like her father, nor his late partner.

Personality
Silvia has always lived by her passions. She is direct and assertive, often tripping over chain of command or procedure, making her a liability in the eyes of the main family of the Clan of Panic. Once she sets her eyes on the target of her desire, be it a glimmer or glory, it will consume her until she can think of nothing else. One of her greatest pleasures is metal, and the beautiful forms it can be crafted into, forms she was raised in the shadow of, watching the greater family of the Clan of Panic, and their wondrous armors. The metal calls to her as a beautiful song, if she strains herself to hear it. Its song draws her onward, setting a flame of desire in her chest.
 As she arrives on the world stage, her sights lock on the glories of the armor designers of the Clan of Panic, ready to be summited. Though, smaller treasures often claim her gaze along the way. The hunger will someday devour her.

Origin
Silvia Hatchet is the recent inheritor of the Hatchet family, a lesser house of the famed armor designers the Clan of Panic. She was raised by the widower, Horn Hatchet, to make and repair basic armors and tools at a hunter’s guild deep in the forest. Horn left his name, and a chance to go prove herself to the main family, upon his passing, knowing how armor and metal called to Silvia, how it sang to her. She had summered with the main family with her cousin, Cobalt Panic, throughout her childhood. The heir apparent of the Clan of Panic armorers, though seen as more of a beautiful mannequin than an armorer, Cobalt and Silvia were as close as siblings before those summers ended. Even if the rest of the family turned their nose up at her, she would have Cobalt’s ear, and his foot to shove in that door. She will not be kept from her ambitions, nor the glorious steel and treasures she dreams of cladding herself in. With that ember of hunger within her, that steel may one day become scales.

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Song of the Metal
If she strains herself, Silvia can hear the unique song of metals and their crafted forms. Though it ignites her hunger to hear more of the song, to drink it deeper and more often, hearing enough of the melody of the metal can tell her anything from distance, to composition, or other abnormalities, be it raw ore or processed works.

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Steel Shaper (Hammer)
Silvia’s largest, sturdiest hammer for smithing and smashing. It breaks her enemies and makes her creations.

Jeweled Mantle of the Hatchet Family
At the outset of her journey, Silvia gathered up what jewels and precious metals there were in the Hatchet guildhall and with the family crest, smithed herself a beautiful and intimidating silver mantle she wears across her shoulders. It is her best work so far, and she considers it her proof of worth to the Clan of Panic armorers. It gives her a regal and powerful air, and she wears it like a second skin.

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