Name: Rachel Wilds
Hair: medium brown
Eyes: brown with flecks of gold in them
Appearance: fuller figured, buxom, very curvy
Abilities: Nothing magical, unless she weaves the right grasses
Personality: Usually she comes off as shy, sometimes standoffish but she is a flirt as well around the right people
History: Rachel was born in a small town within the state. Her house had been one of those that housed all of them, her, her parents, her grand mother and an aunt. Which is where she learned her craft from, it was passed down from generation to generation. She had been out gathering grasses for her mother to work with when she was in her teens, coming home she found her family slaughtered. Finding she was unable to live there after putting her family to rest, there was too many memories, too much sadness that she loaded up what she could on one wagon with the help of her close friend Aaron and left. Ending up in Salem.
For a single woman it wasnít easy. What she hadnít been able to bring with her she sold along with the house, not wanting to know what would be done with it now. It was hard for her to set out on her own, no one to protect her. Having money, though not rich by any means Rachel found a smaller two story place. It was on the main road coming into town that she could afford to rent. . Trading out she managed to get someone to help her redo the downstairs where she set up two looms, one was hers, one had been her grandmothers and with that her motherís spinning wheel to make her own yarn that she might need.
Relationships: Single, no family