Youngest of five children to a thief and his drunk of a wife. Growing up she didn't live a good life, her father being thrown in jail; more times than she could count, leaving her mother alone with her brooding bunch, finding that the only way to feed them was making money laying on her back . Most days there still wasn't any food on the table, but an abundance of bottles. Thrown out into the streets by her mother when her father was found in the gutter over by Beggar's Alley, stabbed in the neck by what is believed to be a stranger, still holding his own bloody dagger in his hand. Could her own scar, that was acquired that very same night ,shine some light over that story perhaps?

Used to roam the streets of Bree, looking for a bite to eat and a place where it wouldn't rain on her at night. Under the stage across the Pony was a good place most nights.An apple or  piece of bread could mysteriously disappear from where she walked by. 

Will accept money for not singing to you!