Robyn Silverkin

Robyn Silverkin was born in the latter half of the 15th Century Toril to a caravan of primarily Akadian Windsoul Genasi. Her family was embroiled in the ongoing civil and (sub)racial wars among their people and those loyal to Memnon, as well as the eternally dangerous business of being of an abolitionist faith in a slave economy nation. The Silverkin family was no spotless moral conscience, however: her elders often dealt with less reputable peoples, including Vhaeraunites from the Drow encampments to the north of Memnon. Several groups were on-again, off-again allies; in as much as those with common causes are, but it is rare that those common adversaries don't find out.
Robyn was witness to bloodshed from the day of her birth, and it was not uncommon for her to hear stories of those who had held on to their wars for decades- or centuries- before she was born. She was about nine when her parents were killed in one such encounter between part of the caravan and their allies, and Robyn, among a small number of others, were taken into the Underdark to live out the forseeable rest of their lives.
With her quiet politeness and ironic name, she lived through the inital separations and sacrifices, and came to learn undercommon in the hallways and rooms of an untitled House in one of the many overtaken cities of Old Shanatar. To survive, she left her old ways behind, and assimilated as best she could, smiling through the insults and humiliations that accompanied her life in the Underdark. It was among the children of this House, and their close friends, that she learned to spar, and then to fight in earnest. Old Shanatar has ruins enough for a thousand lifetimes, and enough enemies among the surviving Duergar, that Robyn was useful for her size and strength, and assumed not to have the desire or capability for subterfuge against her mistresses.
For them, it was not the plots of their daughters or rivals, or even simple, random chance that brought them down, but, as it often is, someone close that they made one too many mistakes in trusting. At fourteen, Robyn killed the house that owned her in their rest.
She then proceeded to live there for a tenday and a half, until a visitor came to call- Vaune Sarollann, a young woman whose family were not-quite-openly rivals. Robyn confessed openly to her deeds, and expected execution: instead, she was given something much closer to freedom- bringing her under their roof, with a debt, in exchange for vouching for her- lest she surely be killed by her now deceased House's allies. For her part, Robyn gratefully accepted.
Vaune advocated for Robyn among her own family, and they tentatively accepted her presence, aiding her entry into professional (and nonprofessional) gladiatorial combat. She never betrayed the Sarollanns, and they kept their bargain as she kept hers. Eventually, Robyn was able to establish herself enough to pay back what she owed them, and, at twenty three, leave the small town she had grown up in.
Robyn did not leave the Underdark immediately. She hired herself a guide to be her eyes and, at times, her reason for being somewhere, and headed to a different town. When all was said and done, Robyn eventually did leave the cities of the Drow- at twenty seven, eighteen years after her capture. When she found the Silverkin caravan again, some months thereafter, she was welcomed- but unable to assimilate herself back into the people she was taken from. Robyn left again, and headed north, through Tethyr and Amn, and away from everything she had known- she hoped, toward something she might find she wanted.