Little is remembered by Florinthe of her childhood, she has no recollection of her parents, family or anything of the like. In a sense, she was raised by pirates, how and why she ended up as a rogue she does not know. Until the age of 10, she was nameless and simply referred to by the name "Useful" by her captors. They'd informed her she'd been bought and, shortly after doing so, they began to notice the wind became favourable to them.

In the years since buying this young girl, the pirates had grown from a single ship to a small flotilla of armed and experienced sailors captained by The Red Hand. Vessels become easy prey when the wind is always at your tail and, with Florinthe at their side, the wind was always behind them. The first few years were the best, unsure of how best to protect and maintain this boon they treated her like a queen and she was given the best food, clothes, jewellery - anything the pirates thought to appease this embodiment of the weather.

However, after a battle turned sour, with many of the ships lost, The Red Hand realised his treatment of Florinthe was irrelevant and that as long as she remained on board so too did her blessing. She found herself chained to the crow's nest, fed the remnants and scraps the crew didn't want and left unprotected to all the elements the sea has to offer.

Florinthe found her life changed, for the better, when The Red Hand launched a vicious attack against an unsuspecting nobleman's ship during an intense storm. The ship in question was protected by a single Dreadlord, and her future mentor, Althea Alires. Swarmed by countless vessels the Dreadlord stood defiantly, singlehandedly warping the storm and sinking countless ships with vicious winds and terrifying lightning - yet not the Red Hand's flagship. As the vessel crept closer and closer, the Dreadlord stood perplexed. Her arcing bolts of lightning seemed to divert perfectly around the vessel and, similarly, her gales turned into gentle breezes. The woman saw the terrified child emitting tremendous magic and immediately guessed the reason for her failures.

Florinthe remembers little else from that day, she awoke almost a week later within the Academy and - despite her advancing age - she was quickly enrolled into the Dreadlord academy. While adjusting to civilisation, to rules and constant training proved to be tricky she found herself enjoying it more than her years of bondage and she soon revelled in the harsh and relentless regime that was foisted upon her. By the age of 18, she had completed her training and was named a third-level Dreadlord - a year into her promotion, however, and she knows she is destined for better.