An'an was born to ordinary parents owning an herbalism shop in Yong Ping selling herbs and some spices for all kinds of use, her father also was working on expanding their trade to alchemy, learning some from those they supplied with herbs. Their marriage was not by any means perfect, but when An'an was born they both changed drastically. For a long time Feng, her father, had suspected her mother Nuwa of infidelity, and when their daughter was born with amber coloured eyes he had all the confirmation he needed. He knew no one in his or his wife's immediate family had the colour amber, that fact with his already brewing suspicion was enough for it to boil over for him. This led to him disowning her as his daughter and cursing his wife, their situation did not allow them to separate so they lived under the same roof but not as a family any more. An'an grew up with neglect and abuse from the father, him only using her for labour for the shop. Her mother Nuwa was more gentle and taught An'an about their trade, their culture and Huajiao but never showed love to her bastard child.
When An'an was 8 years old she went against her fathers words in the shop and it made him furious. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the back where the supplies were and said he was sick of looking at her eyes then grabbed a bottle of acid. He poured it over her face, burning her right eye and the skin around it before she managed to get out of his grip screaming and running for her life to her mother. Nuwa stopped her husband and managed to calm him down before tending to her wounds. That was the day An'an went blind in her right eye. Seeing as the mother was all about keeping up the appearance and honour of her family she made An'an wear a thin blindfold to cover the wounds, it would mostly hide her eyes and still allow her to see, but she would not be able to see far while wearing it.
That was not the last abuse she would go through form her father but it was definitely the worst.
The years after she spent working for her parents, studying their trade and the supplies they sold, their Li-Ren culture, religion and doing her best to be the proper obedient child they wanted. The older she got, the more resentment had built up, and it got to a point where she focused her studying on certain plants and ingredients for her fathers alchemy interest, biding her time. When she turned 18 years old and could be considered an adult, she put her plan in to motion. she made dinner for her parents like every other day, but this time put a very nasty concoction of mixed items a body should never consume. She stepped back and watched them both cough up blood and squirm on the floor, watching as her father tried to make his way to An'an before his body finally gave out. The whole show had given her a smile on her lips, she was finally free. She buried their bodies in the small garden growing herbs and continued the shop like normal, her parents did not have close friends and the business partners they had did not much about the home life as their parents intended. But An'an knew her lies about her parents whereabouts would not last forever and she would eventually get caught, and she had no intension of getting branded by the hot iron of a criminal, or worse. So she packed the money she had and the supplies she could carry and left, travelling around working in different places with the knowledge she had learned at home. Keeping a good appearance in public like her mother did, and using violence to solve problems like her father, she was never a fighter, nor strong, so she used her knowledge of different plants, herbs and spices to do the job for her.
Many years later after managing to afford a small corner shop and practising her herbalism trade for a while, she caught a young thief trying to steal from her. She noticed the thief was wounded and figured they were trying to steal something to help them heal. Intrigued by their knowledge herbs and their desperate situation she made them an offer in exchange for not turning them in to the authorities. An'an saw something in them, they were different to the other people around and that could be useful, and given the young age and desperate occupation, possibly easy to manipulate..
An'an gently bows her head and smiles warmly towards the man in front of her "To xia" Folding her hands in the sleeves of her hanfu as she listens to his questions. "Your culture sir, that and some peculiar wares" She answers nodding her head slightly to the side, noticing an interesting stall close by. "Speaking of, if there's nothing else, i bid you farewell" Then bends her knees in a slight bow and casually walks past the man towards the stall.

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