Born to a family of fairly well off Brevic merchants, only kept from the label of 'sheltered' by their constant traveling and the hazards that brought - even if they were comparatively minor compared to what her future choice of profession would entail - and raised on a perhaps less than healthy diet of heroic tales and stories of Taldor's glory years, not to mention the folk legends and rumors that bounced around the local taverns of whatever far flung settlement her family settled down to do business in.
She quickly became enamored with such tales, and dreamed of one day roaming the world herself to make a name for herself like those figures of legend. She'd even go so far as to pester the caravan guards to help her practice swordsmanship in their off time, and as the years wore on it became more and more clear this wasn't simply a passing phase... Until one day her parents were met with a note of her departure and a promise of tales of her adventures.
She used the money she had saved up from helping with her family's merchant work and other odd jobs to commission a weapon and armor for herself and she set off to enlist in the Pathfinder Society, following the promise of adventure and exploration.
