Born in a distant village to a hardworking farming family, Yeva spent her childhood as most children there do- playing, harvesting, helping with chores and occasionally sampling the rare candies that a wayward traveler might trade for a single night's stay at her house. She was always gleeful and full of joy, unnaturally so- even at the worst of times when the rains flooded their fields or when the winters came too soon.

Unbeknownst to anyone in the village (including herself), Yeva was a natural empath- one that had, over the course of many years, unknowingly siphoned the joy and laughter from all the people around her. As the months ticked by, people in the village became more and more irate, their emotions wilder and wilder as Yeva continued to feed off of them. They began to act bizarrely, even her own parents and Yeva, addicted to joy and desperately hungering for another fix, drained everyone of their emotions in a fit of wild pique. Eventually, her parents, her friends, her entire village was filled with nothing but walking, talking husks.

Horrified at what she'd done and emotions swinging wildly from ecstasy to fear- she took her beloved lute and ran far far away. Now she travels the roads- often alone- playing music for the random inn for a night's stay and hoping to somehow find a way to turn her loved ones back to normal and maybe- fix herself in the process.