Nickname, if applicable: N/A
Age: 31
Appearance:
Background:
Sylvia was raised from birth (as far as she knows) by an elderly woman in the middle of nowhere. The woman, who she called her mother, was a master of healing and potions, although she always assured people that she had no magical abilities. She was generally shunned due to rumours that she was a witch, but no one ever dared to try to prove it. Despite this, she recieved many visitors in the dead of the night who were looking desperately for a potion to cure their dying wives or an ointment to heal their rotting wounds. She was the only healer in the area; the fact that she was hated by everyone didn't stop them from calling her to birth their children or buying her potions. Sylvia, for as long as she could remember, had always helped her mother with potions and patients; gathering herbs, stirring pots, sometimes even assisting in operations and births. As she grew, she became more interested in the mysterious side of the potions; the process of making them, rather than just what went into them. She was convinced that her mother was a witch, no matter how she denied it. Through this curiosity, she began to discover her powers, teaching herself how to use them along the way. When she was seventeen, Sylvia's caretaker became very ill. Sylvia sat at her bedside for almost a month, and as she mixed potions and fed her warm broth, the woman would tell her stories. She told of her origins; of an evil spirit called the Shade, and her escape from him when she found that she was with child. She hadn't wanted her daughter to be raised under the cruelty of the Shade. So she had taken Sylvia far away, retired her magical abilities, and used her knowledge of healing and potions to make a living.
Eventually, despite Sylvia's efforts, her mother passed away. For a few days she was crippled with sadness; she barely moved, refusing to feed herself. When her tears had finally run dry, she built a pyre, covered her mother's body in herbs and flowers, and burned her in the dead of the night. As she watched the smoke drift away into the darkness, her body shaking with emotion, she felt the darkness fill her and she offered no resistance. It was comforting.
This is how she became a child of the Shade; a sorceress, against her mother's wishes. No one can hide from the Shade for long.
Magical Element: Love (I sort of expanded this to fit more emotions- let me know if that's not alright)
Magical Abilities:
Aphrodisiac: Pretty self-explanatory. She e allows her, to some extent, to bend people to her will; they want to make her happy, and she can convince weak-willed people to do almost anything she asks.
Emotional control: Allows her to make someone feel relaxed/happy, sad, angry, confused, disgusted, etc. if they look into her eyes.
Minion: A simple kiss grants her total control over the recipient; they are under a sort of trance, and she can bend them to her will without even speaking. However, so far she can hold this spell for less that half an hour, and it takes a lot out of her. She becomes fatigued, sometimes to the point where she completely blacks out.