"Want my life story, eh?" Amani said with a raised eyebrow. She sipped some of her drink, then let out a sigh. To say the least, Amani was particularly fond of her past. It was a little rocky, and not very pleasant. She stood up from her seat and stared not the window.
"I was left on the doorstep of an orphanage because my parents decided they didn't want me anymore. So the owners named me, and I took the last name Rashid like them. Of course, the orphanage was hell, so i ran away." Amani explained. She paced a bit and played with the silk curtain.
"I charmed people to give me things. But as I got older, no one really cared about some homeless teenager. I did what I had to. But I got caught stealing bread. I was sentenced to prison. For a loaf of bread, and because I wasn't rich or had connections, my sentence was harsh."
Amani walked back to her guests and sat back down. "The rest is pretty boring. I met some cool people, ruined a woman's life, learned some magic, and formed a a gang."