Meet Amara. She never knew her father and didn't show any signs of being half-faerie until her thirteenth birthday. Her mother threw her out of the house, leaving the poor child to make her own way into the world. Fortunately, a wandering caravan of gypsies took put on her and adopted Amara into their clan.

For the most part she's shy; her early experiences of rejection by her blood family have left their mark. All that changes when she takes out her mandolin and begins to play. Still and all, she's as prone as her adopted family to stealing and playing tricks, except she tends to focus on people who are greed or cruel or think too much of themselves. Her favorite food is fresh-baked bread and honey, and she'll sing you a pretty song for a honeycomb dripping with golden goodness!

Lovely backstory!
Thanks for sharing :)