If you asked Shine where she had come from, she would simply tell you it was far, far away. If you asked of her life before hers as a street urchin, she would suddenly remember an important task. If you asked if she needed to stop at home for anything before an adventure, she would tell you all she needed was her fists and her wits.
What she would not tell you that she had been a slave girl, escaped from a house that was no home. She would not tell you that she had no home and no items, that she spent most nights sleeping in the most shaded spots she could with only her eating knife at the ready. She was a light sleeper; she had to be with her upbringing, being sold to owner after owner. Some of them were kinder... Most of them were not.
But Shine slowly came to find strength. She began to steal little bits of cooper and silver as often as she could, every spare coin on the counter or left in the pockets of the laundry. And once she had amassed a small fortune, she ran. She ran as fast and as hard as she could with no horse and a backpack of supplies, barely stopping for breath, food, or water. And as she finally could take not one step further, she found a sewer great to crawl into and sleep. Crawling on her hands and knees, covering herself in all kinda of much, weak and unprotected, Shine collapsed against a hard wall with a crack in it, not even caring that what was probably sewage water was running down her back and shoulders. She leaned her head back, and let the night and her weariness take her.