Ciro as she was called by her father before he turned to a drunkard was born in a small house in Dale on a warm summers evening, her father at that time a merchant and her mother the same, loved her for who she was, they called her their little angel, already then showing signs of taking after her mothers beauty with her deep black eyes and hair as black as midnight. But as the years passed on and Ciro turned 15, her father and mother had become drunkards after a deal they were working with turned sour on them and they began to fight, at first just with words but then her father started to beat her mother and even Ciro too. One day the fight between Ciros father and mother took a nasty direction when her father beat her mother to death, seeing what he did, Ciro feard that he would do the same to her but he never did that, he went out and hung himself in a tree near their house. Ciro then aged 15 years packed her things, not that she had much, took what coin they had left home and made her way from home, after 4 years on the road, doing things she had to do to survive she found herself upon the south gate of Bree where she has remain since that day.