Cordelia grew up in a stuffy household in the Holy Orenian Empire, with many mouths to feed and not enough coin to feed it. Her mother being a firm follower
of Canonism, proverbs and hope that her faith would someday bless them with fortune was their way of life. Since Cordelia could remember, perhaps
when she turned ten, her mother's belief system began to look futile. From the age of nine till' fourteen, she begged and worked for scraps around town- or fought for them between
the grubby mitts of her three siblings; Cullen, Irene, and Stephen. Whenever some small fortune did come their way, it was quickly blown away by feeding four hungry children.
In her early to late teenage years, Cordelia began to venture out on her own with a few shady schoolyard friends. Talking her way into distracting merchants and local craftsmen, to swindling local
tourists into the wrong part of town, pickpocketing, the list goes on. It wasn't much, but it wasn't honest work either, and any local authorities looking Cordelia's way reminded her of it.. Her silver-tongue and quick wit wouldn't work in her favor when caught stealing. Coming back from some of her worst street brawls, her friend Esfand who had an aptitude for medicine, always kept
Tippens-root handy to patch her up. Cordelia always wondered why the young halfling stuck around instead of finding honest work in a trade, but nevertheless she was glad he was her friend.
In the near future, close to turning Eighteen, Cordelia left town to pursue the capital Norland. She wanted a fresh start in a new city, even if it meant leaving her family behind. Trading,
crafting, whatever the cost. Even if she had to lie some more.
