Ivornwen hails from the southern Coast of Gondor, born into a poor familly along with her identical twin sister Morwenn. Their only distinction being that her sister's eyes are green, while Ivorn's are blue. At an early age their father was called off to service in the white city, leaving them both along with a swiftly growing brother in their mothers stomach. Life was a constant struggle, a constant question of when the next meal would be, or if there would even be one. Their survival depending on the sole fact that their mother refused to eat, so that what little scraps they had could go to her children. As a response, the cold spirit that  is known as death wrapped a slender grip around her mothers throat, dragging her into his company. Taking to their mothers example, both sisters set out to feed their younger brother in place of their own mouths. However he was taken from them by a proud man of Gondor who had caught them snatching some bread from a stand. A underfed boy's knife does little to fend of a guards bastard sword. With dismay in their hearts they sought an escape from their hell. Desperation brought them into the crew of a Captain Selaut. He and his ship were born out of Umbar, the crew took to calling themselves corsairs. At first both sisters were to be used as 'entertainment' for the men, a release of stress from the loneliness of sea. However the crew took an instant liking to the sisters, branding them as family.

          Years passed for the young sisters, each one filled with constant pillaging, raiding and swindling of prices. The crew she was part of became horror to every lone vessel or merchants sloop in the night. Her boat's deck transporting a variety of goods. From fish to humans picked out of the crop Gondor was rich in. Though as many know, nothing lasts forever. Captain  Selaut over time came to think of himself as an adventurer, plotting a course further north to find what opportunities might lay there. The only thing he managed to find was a sharp storm off the coast of Ered Luin, casting him and his crew to the murky oceans under bed. Ivornwen was struck across the stomach with snapping rope, nearly blinded from splintering wood. However her sister managed to swim her a mile off from shore before being sucked under the currents. Both of them separated for a year, until they would be reunited in the Prancing Pony. Both seeking to start anew, and somehow find a way back to their precious sea.