She was born and Thailand and makes no qualms about it, though she will rarely elaborate about anything beyond that simple fact. That may be for good reason, for as a child, she was sold to a pimp and grew up used and abused by any man that could afford her. The rest of the time she was put to work like a slave, dirty and unkempt, thrown into the worst jobs the muddy underbelly of the Thailand slum had to offer. She, of course, never saw a penny of her pay, and was lucky to find moldering scraps of bread in a trashpile. At the age of 12 she decided she'd had enough, putting a stolen, dull knife through the throat of her owner, and she walked away, chin high and back straight. It wasn't enough, though, she craved revenge, to force humiliation and pain upon those who had held her down for so many years, and a seemingly chance meeting gave her the opportunity.
	In truth, it was a test to see what she could do. She survived, though she saw to it that the leaders of the crime ring her pimp was an underling for didn't fare so well. They each found their own personal hell before being realeased from the mortal coil by her own hands. Needless to say, she passed the test, and so she soon found herself transplanted to Japan, learning new languages, new customs, and dedicating herself to excelling in her new life. Between classes she learned martial arts. After studying, in the dead of night, her constantly polished martial talents were refined through use. She asked few questions and did her job well. Her new duties were far more gratifying than feeding the gluttony of sweaty and stinky men. She also got to see the world, travelling across the globe in speedy jets, whisked off to yet more languages and customs. In the process, a taste for the finer things in life was encouraged by her benefactor, and she found a pursuit of her own as well, a love for rare and antique books.
	A finely honed weapon in many ways, the woman moved again to Oxford, England to complete college. This was a home that stuck with her, for it is where she truly came into her own. No longer merely a favored tool, she was rewarded for her many accomplishments and displays of loyalty. Oxford will always be home to her, for it is where she she relaxed into her life, learned to enjoy herself, and truly started to feel that she was free. She became a citizen of the Commonwealth for both sentimental and practical reasons, for their is no other citizenship in the world that givesone such unhindered access across so many borders in so many parts of the world. The sun might now set upon the British Empire, but not for many hours before it rises again. She moved up within her benefactor's worldwide corporation, and married a trusted associate of publicly undisclosed duties. He was an older Englishman, a noble of some unimportant province, a shrewdly intelligent and calculating gentleman, and he adored his beautiful wife. He was Right Honorable Lord Robert Rhys III, Earl of Surrey-on-Avon, and she was his Lady, in his heart and in title. Their manor was in the country and they had more practical flats in Oxford and in London.
	The marriage was unfortunately shortlived, ended by murder. She was devasted, and lost. Her benefactor sent her promptly away from the homes that only remended her of her late love, and gave her time to put herself back together. Without a personal life, work soon became her sole existance. She poured her all into matters that required no emotion. Promoted, she followed her lifelong employer and benefactor to America and more specifically, Shadow City. As Kenneth Iron's right hand person, she runs all of Irons Holdings in his absence and is nearly as deeply enmeshed in all of the company's aspects and concerns as the legendary man is, himself. She enjoys her work, and she excels at being the demanding, emotionless bitch that most see her as and her position requires. If there is anything else left to her but that cold exterior, few, if any have seen it.