Cynthia was born and raised on Tauron. Knossos if one were to be precise. Her father had been in the military once upon a time, had even worked on the deck of a battleships. That was a long time ago, however, and he had retired to a 'quieter' life back home with his wife and four children - of whom Cynthia was the youngest. Knossos, having more money than most areas on Tauron, afforded opportunity for her father to ply his trade and open shop for himself, working as a mechanic on various cars, motorcycles, and even private shuttles. The three younger of the children - Cynthia and her two brothers - were pretty much raised in the shop and amidst the grease and engines.
The oldest daughter - Teeana - and the mother were generally off persuing more feminine affairs.
As she grew older, Cynthia stayed at the shop. SHe was close to her brothers, though often had to sneak out to follow after them when they would rather ditch their baby sister. She was always quite a tomboy, learning a good deal from them (just as often from watching them as being taught directly). Her secret love, however, was reading. She'd devour just about any book she could get her hands on. A guilty pleasure for a grease monkey.
When their father passed away eight years ago, Cynthia and her two brothers took over their father's shop, handling the business as they had been taught to. They were never going to be a wealthy family, but they made enough for each of them to live by. Cyn kept a room over the shop itself, and her brothers had their homes nearby with their new families.
When the Cylons attacked, Cyn was as taken by surprise as anyone else. How she survived the initial attack, she still isn't quite sure. For the first month or so, she was on her own - scavenging for food, hiding from Cylons, ever vigilant. She finally met up with other survivors, and while she was never a great fighter, being faced by a bunch of tincans that want to kill you gives one great inspiration to learn /really/ fast. She was often appointed lookout because of how small she was, and she became quite excellent at hiding, certainly enough to survive by. The basics of firstaid were taught to anyone who had survived and willing to learn - no one ever knew who was going to be shot next, and it was a handy skill to have.
Now rescued, she still just get sit still. She has every intention of following her father's steps and heading to the Deck once processing has been copmlete to see what hoops she needs to jump through to get onboard.
