Vasile, born to Iancu and Luca Liviu. Unfortunately, during childbirth, Luca passed, leaving Iancu to fend for himself as a single father. He had to move on from the low-risk, low-pay jobs, as he simply couldn’t afford the cost of living with his newborn child on such a low salary. He found himself taking on jobs with the Vintila Merchant house, be it a small job from town to town, or a trip to Magnimar. While he was out of town, he left his child in the care of Dianni Razvan, the wife of his good friend from the firm, paying for food up front, and upon arrival home, the rest of the fee would be paid in full.
Unfortunately, while he was defending a caravan to Sandpoint, they were attacked. While the actual circumstances are sketchy at best, magic was involved, and a fair amount of it. The only remnant she has of the memories of her father are her Harrow deck, which happens to have belonged to her mother. It was found on a charred and blackened corpse, scarcely identifiable but for the Case which protected the cards.
When news returned to Riddleport that the caravan had been destroyed, Dianni was stricken with guilt and pity, and decided to adopt Vasile as her own. Over time, she gathered the money she needed to take them to Korvosa, and left the dank streets of Riddleport, hoping never to return.
Vasile has had a fairly normal childhood, given the situation. When svasile was about eleven, Dianni finally explained what was known about that day, giving her her father’s last gifts to her, the deck, and her mother's engagement ring (a small, bland affair, but meaningful). Although she isn’t particularly gifted in the use of divinations, she has taught herself, with the help of street harrowers, to read a bit into the future based on how the signs point.
In her time amongst the street performers (even though Dianni discouraged it) she learned of spells. One of the elder harrowers felt empathy for her curiosity and naivety, and so decided to, at the very least, teach her a few cantrips. Immediately, she showed a propensity for very flashy, vibrant spells. She could almost naturally control the bobbing spheres of light she was taught how to create, even forming them into rudimentary shapes with some practice. The harrower, genuinely surprised at the small child’s fairly easy mastery of cantrip-level effects, supplied her with a small spellbook with which to write down the spells she was told to practice.
Soon, her little brother began doing similar things, and eventually, being unable to keep a secret very well, they were found out by Dianni. Rather than becoming mad, she welcomed the idea of the two of them joining the Acadamae, and so decided to enroll them post-haste.