Born in Catalonia, Spain, Vila enjoyed a glamorous, wealthy life. Born to a higher class family, the young heiress never wanted for anything, be it material possessions, money, or romances. She would attend the most exclusive events with a brand new beauty on her arm each week, and at home, butlers and maids would wait on her hand and foot. From the moment she was born, Vila’s life was made.

However, in her early twenties, Vila began to crave something that her family could not give to her on a silver platter; so it was that she became obsessed with secrets. A dalliance with a servant to uncover a rival’s affair here, some money exchanging hands underground to procure a forbidden tome there. The information that society tried to hide sparked something in Vila’s soul like no other – she became consumed by the thought of hunting down the most elusive of hidden things.

Still, the secrets she could obtain via mostly-legal methods soon grew trifle and boring – and so began Vila’s descent into depravity. Her appearances in high society quickly became less and less as she began to hang around those who could teach her the tricks of the trade – urchins, criminals, pretty much anyone with an eye and an ear to the ground. A priceless diamond pilfered and exchanged for the kind of information money can’t buy. A meeting in shadows to swap one scandalous rumor for another. A knife, twisted in an admirer’s gut, simply to learn a secret etched in blood. Vila had never felt so alive.

With time, the secrets of the mundane world soon became stale to Vila as well. As she honed her skills in the dark, she kept her ear to the ground, listening for anything that could once again allow her to feel the adrenaline that pulsed through her veins when she first picked up the trade of secrets. This was when she was approached by a Harbinger.