)From her infancy to her teenage, very little is known about Sasha.
The few folks claiming to know her from childhood, could not say she was either a bad or good girl, apparently shy and distant.
Galius the Bard still lives to tell the tale, a tale he obviously shaped to fit your ears, a tale he constructed with parcels of informations gathered around.
*The bard strikes his instrument and starts the tale*
One night, after hearing cries ; shouts then silence. She hears heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. Opening the door is her father, standing there with blood on his dirty commoner shirt, He speaks loud but calmly : "Stay in your room, tomorrow, we're going to the market and people will take care of you." and lets a small grin out.
As soon as she heard these words, a dark feeling stroke her from head to toe, followed by a jump of adrenaline. That night, at the age of 15, she opened the window and fled from her dark past.
On her own, she lived as she could, hid in the dark during daytime, stealing food and coins during night. But the local merchants could care less of her past, not that it was known to them but greed prevails in these dark times.
She grew a bad reputation, within years, her face was recognized by every guards and every merchants of Baldur's Gate.
At 19 years old, she cherished her freedom too much to let someone else take it away, she had to do something and quick, so she grabbed her dagger and concealed by darkness, she entered a local cloth merchant's store and slipped behind him, lacerating darkness like a sharp blade through flesh, she stepped into the light and pushed her dagger into the man's back.
While the poor man was agonizing ; bleeding on the very floor he worked all his life on. Sasha took all the shirts, pants, robes, head-wears, everything she could put her hands on and stashed it away quickly, she did.
Obviously caring little for the man she just murdered, she thought to herself "I did killed him at least an hour ago now and still no one around, this is pretty easy stuff"
Having cleared the merchant's store of everything she could grab along with the storekeeper's hard earned savings, she sneaks back to her hideout.
Within her ridiculously small, cavernous lair, she lights a candle and browses her newly acquired stuff for a mirror. As she searches for that, she stumble upon industrial scissors, made to cut through thick leather. Making a disappointment face, she grabs the oversized scissors and finds the mirror. She then take her less-than clean long hair and cut it with awful skill.
Now with short hair, she carefully chooses different styles of cloths to blend into different situations, as she finishes sorting her stuff, she undresses herself and put her old cloths aside. Thinking about her recent murder, she believe guards will be looking for a rogue, so she grabs her wizard disguise and put it on, then sleeps for the rest of the night, a thing she has not done since the past she now denies.
Nearly Midday, she opens her eyes, abnormally happy, takes a moment to gather her thoughts. With a focused mind she crawls out of her hideout, the sun blinds her eyes, obviously uncomfortable she looks at the ground and walks toward the weapon shop...