Ser Silvers cuts a fierce presence, her large stature outweighed by the way she carries herself, in the set of her muscled shoulders and steel of her eyes. Through impeccable manners she allows nothing to slip past her mask of Knightly Devotion, no excess to criticize, no slip of the tongue to fuel rumors or gossip, and with all the personality of an empty suit of armor.She's long-since earned herself a reputation amongst her peers, an Iron Lady, Frigid as Coerthian Winds, Possessed of The Fury alone.

Much of her background is well known by those in her circle, the only source of gossip to pick past the impeccable sheen of her armor.Amelia- Mia was not born to nobility nor wealth, nothing more than a gutter -snipe made fresh of dragon's flame, her family snuffed out like many knights before them.The Silvers brought her in as their own, lowborn but with enough wealth to buy themselves a better future, a title to pass on to their newly rescued young daughter. She took to study and worship as a fish to water, the teachings of Halone hammered into the very core of her being, driving her down the path of steel and Fury that coursed through her veins.Today Ser Silvers stands as an accomplished Temple Knight, her reputation earned through blood and war, no inch given to question her zealous devotion to The Fury. She lays stilled by a newly peaceful world, nothing more than a blade left to rust and wither within its scabbard, hands unsuited for ploughshares.