Not a particularly imposing woman when it comes to her physique, Sàlvathram could even be mistaken for human were it not for a few uniquely Sànya'lor features. The particular pointedness and reactive motion of their ears alongside the strange language they speak, only partially intelligible with traditional High Elvish, among them. Most prominently, however, would be the vibrant gold markings which cascade all throughout Sàlva's brown and freckled body, their radiance growing brighter whenever casting the arcane.

An experienced adventurer, Sàlvathram has spent the last few decades wandering all over the world in search of stories that may rival among the wildest tales spun to her in their youth. To meet those near mythical individuals with wonderous memories of her own and become just as much an inspiration to others, as those old travelers were to her. What those stories had failed to properly convey, however, was the true danger of a wayfarer's life. Though she had managed to narrowly escaped grievous fates on a somewhat regular basis, that luck would eventually run out. As she lay dead before an ancient throne, Sàlva's body would be gilded by the Spirit of Flyrnxallem and her soul gifted a second fire, one she hopes will grant her the opportunity to forge a true legacy.