little is known about her past.
Cynthia was born in the mountains beyond the known world, she spent her days with a nomadic clan of elvish mofos. Her father was head of the clan and worshipped the old gods. Her father sacrificed this bitch for some religious purpose but it went wrong. They summoned one of their high priests, but it turned out to be the voidwalker, whom busted the ritual and gave this bitch wings. After which he took her to the isles of shadow. one of his servants trained her to fly. Since elvish fucks are immortal she spent decades in training with her favoured combat weapon; the trident. After a while she knew that it was her time to help them in need. With a melancholic grin on her face she spread her wings and flew to Soron, the moon in her back and death in her eyes.