Silvia Smithe

Silvia is a skilled and enigmatic witcheress hailing from the School of Shades, where she underwent rigorous training to become a formidable fighter and protector of the realm. Among her fellow witchers, she stands out with her graceful yet deadly combat style, and her unique ability to wield feminine charm as a weapon when needed. Silvia is rumored to harbor unspoken feelings for her close friend and fellow witcher, Brandon Shemorsk, emotions she keeps to herself.

## Personality

Off-duty, Silvia is carefree and lax, making the most of her time away from the demanding life of a witcher. She enjoys revelry and knows how to have fun, often indulging in laughter, drinking and camaraderie with her comrades. However, behind her carefree façade lies a private side that she barely ever reveals. She liked to get lost in her own thoughts long into the night and often gets dreamy.

In battle, Silvia is unyielding and fierce, demonstrating a tenacity that rivals even the most seasoned warriors. She channels her emotions into her combat, finding strength in her desire to prove herself to her male counterparts, aiming to showcase her capabilities without relying on her gender. Despite the challenges she faces, Silvia remains steadfast and determined, proving her worth on countless occasions.

Deep within, Silvia harbors a well of emotions, though she seldom allows them to surface. Her expressions of emotion are unconventional, often manifesting in subtle ways that are easy to miss. Rarely showing vulnerability, she prefers to keep her feelings hidden, fearing that they may jeopardize her position as a strong and capable witcheress.

## Journal Entries

### The Nightmares

*Date of entry: 20th of July 1312, 1st age.*

*Dear Diary,*

*I don't even know where to begin. The nightmares won't stop haunting me, and the pain, both physical and emotional, feels unbearable. It's been weeks since that dreadful day when I fell into the trap of a fake contract. How could I have been so foolish? The signs were there, but I ignored them, too eager to prove myself once again and take on more challenging contracts. I walked right into the clutches of that stupid Bruxa.*

*The memories of that week in captivity send shivers down my spine. The Bruxa reveled in my suffering, inflicting pain and torment upon me. I lost count of the times she cut into my flesh, reveling in my cries of agony. My body may be healing but my mind remains trapped in that dark place, reliving those moments in my dreams.*

*And Brandon... I hoped he would be there for me, that he would take care of me. But he was distant, almost indifferent. It broke my heart to realize that he didn't care as much as I had hoped. Kellen, on the other hand, was the one who stayed by my side, comforting me through the nightmarish nights. I'm grateful for his presence, but he's not the one I wanted. The pain of that realization cut me deep. It left me feeling vulnerable and alone, even in the company of my fellow witchers. I wanted Brandon to care, to be the one to be my side and tell me everything that I would be alright. But he remained aloof, focused on his own pursuits. Lansa and Grodlick also kept their eyes on me, only Brandon barely ever showed up.*

*I try to be strong, but it's hard. Each time I close my eyes, I'm back in that dark, damp cell, hanging from the ceiling, sharp claws of the Bruxa against my skin. I wish I could erase those memories, but I fear they will be a part of me forever.*

*I need to get out of this if I'm to be a capable companion to my friends again. But it's easier said than done. I'm trying to be my old self, but it feels like I'm wearing a mask to hide the pain beneath. Until then, I'll cherish the kindness of my friends and the support they offer, especially Kellen, who was there for me when I needed him the most.*

*I'll find my strength again. I have to.*