Salvio is a solidly built human, broad shoulders and a wide chest. Standing just over six foot, the burning spirit of faith within him lends him a larger presence than his even his large frame possesses. His head is carefully shaved, further exaggerating his sharp features, his strong jaw and piercing blue eyes, lit with the fires of his belief, but he is not a handsome man, his nose broken, and his face beaten and scarred. He never wears a helmet, preferring to meet his foes eyes, so his skin is hardened by the elements, and tanned by the sun. Beneath his heavy armour, which he rarely isn’t wearing, there are long scars across his back, whip marks of first his father, then his own.

Faith, true faith, faded in Avalon, but there are some who still believe, their belief hardened and intensified by the generations of those who have forgotten the gods. Salvio’s father, a blacksmith, was one of those men who still blindly believed in the gods. When Salvio was born, his writhing tearing apart his mother and leaving her to bleed to death, Salvio’s father believed that it was a challenge by the gods, to prove his faith. He drove this belief into Salvio, and began to punish him for the sin of his mother’s death, whipping him ferociously and forcing him to pray and worship all hours of the day and night.

After many years of this abuse at the hands of his father, the message had been ingrained into Salvio’s fabric. But he did not see the test as his mothers death, but rather the suffering he was still experiencing. One afternoon, he picked up the hammer from his father’s forge, and killed him with one blow. He never turned back, setting out into the wild world to spread the faith that the people had long forgotten. To repent for the sin of slaying his father, he continued to whip himself, seeking some solace in the suffering that he withstands at his
own hands.

Salvio soon realized that the light of the gods had long faded, and that there were many souls across Avalon which could not be saved. He began to realize that his mission from the gods was not to save these souls, but rather to send them to gods to judge. Forging a pair of hammers, and a suit of heavy plate armour, Salvio began his own vengeful crusade against those who had forsaken the gods. And yet the gods never gave him anything back, and he began to doubt himself, until he found the totem.

Allowing himself a slight indulgence, thinking the hammer that hung from the chain must be fate, Salvio donned the totem. And then, he finally found the heavenly voice he had been searching for all his life. It was a mere suggestion of a voice at first, but the more Salvio listened, the louder it became. It began to talk of the gods, of the power they once yielded. He would never have known that the gods that the voice spoke of were not those of heaven, but those that inhabited the deepest depths of hell. Ravan, the Unsacred, knew that it could control Salvio with ease, leaving him on a crusade that he would never know went against everything he believed in. If he ever does realize, it may already be too late.

Salvio has an incredible strength of will, and his words echo with a greater sense of purpose than his own. He can whip others into a violent fervour of faith and religious zeal.

The faith of Avalon has faded, mankind believing they have been forsaken. Salvio, as a pillar of this forgotten faith, has faced adversity all through his life. He has learnt to defend himself, favouring twin war hammers to spread the holy word.

The two hammers that Salvio yields are both worn and well-used, forged by Salvio’s own hand and stained with the blood of the unfaithful.

With so much blind faith in the simple hearts of men during the First Age, it was all too easy for Ravan to seep whisper sweet promises in their ears and tempt them away from the gods of light, and towards those of dark. Corruption became a second nature to him, and he took great pleasure in his talent for it. The faith of the world was a challenge to him, and one that he took upon with a relish, enjoying every soul that he was able to damn. Their own zealousness made them too quick to stray from the path, so when he found Salvio, it was all he could do to not laugh with joy. Here was a soul who believed that the gods above watched over him, and here was a soul that just needed a little push for that belief to become wildly misplaced...