Cynthia grew up as a member of the church of Sarenrae in Kintargo. At a young age, her parents sent her off to the temple in order to study and grow up to be a nun within its walls. Cynthia always got along well with the other monks and nuns within the temple and was always studious regarding the teachings and lore around her patron. As she grew up her tasks around the monastery grew more complicated, tasking her with home keeping as well as her studies. She and the other nuns worked dutifully together and during their free time chatted among themselves about the comings and goings.

From a young age during their studies, self-defense and some weaker forms of magic are taught in alignment with Sarenrae; though as they age they are permitted more powerful techniques. Cynthia had always had a passing admiration for magic, as she thought the magic permitted on the temple grounds was beautiful and sacred, so when she was permitted to follow these teachings she was ecstatic to begin. Unfortunately for Cynthia, she was not as much as a natural as she had hopped and stumbled to find her footing in the magical practices. She did not let this discourage her too much and continued to push and push, making progress ever so slowly compared to many of her other friends within the church who seemed to perform without much stress.

This changed for Cynthia on one fateful evening however when a great fire struck the temple, during what was now called, "The Night of Ashes" Soon the entire premiss was engulfed in tall flames and smoke black as night. Chaos has descended upon their one peaceful home and many of the clergy were panicking to escape in disorder. Cynthia, who was alone within her chamber at the time soon found herself beseeched on all sides by wicked flames. She cried and began to pray for a savior in the goddess, and suddenly a figure appeared from the flames. A figure with skin white and cold, wings that looked like galaxies similar to that of the goddess, and dressed in robes of silk. The being scooped up Cynthia in a heartbeat and shielded her with its wings as they trudged through the fire.

Once they had escaped the fire, the being spoke its name to Cynthia and introduced itself as "Principality." The other clergy who had already escaped the fire stared on in awe at the being, surely recognizing the wings as a symbol akin to their goddess. The head priest approached Cynthia and told her the nature of this being, that being an Eidolon, and that it was a fragment of summoning magic the church seldom utilized anymore. He informed her that those blessed with that magic often took a pilgrimage searching for their god-given purpose in the world. Cynthia was shocked and overcome with many emotions given all the going-on this evening, but once she collected herself, she decided that she would indeed partake in this pilgrimage like her ancestors had. The very next evening once the fire had been tamed and the damage assessed, she received permission from the head priest and embarked on her journey. Briefly into it, she learned of the Pathfinders and its goals finding it very ideal for her and enrolled in their ranks so she could help people.