Though she was not always called Caladan the girl who would be a Storm always had a hard life. Of her early childhood she knows little beyond the fact that at some point when she was five her parents decided they could no longer handle raising her and dropped her off confused and crying at a fire department in upstate New York. She then bounced around in the foster care system but rarely stayed with any one family long and was often forced to live in various group homes. Though these times were trying she maintained hope for years of trying to find a stable home and a loving family but sadly even this dream began to taste sour to the girl who would be a Storm and with each passing year her bitterness grew but she managed to keep her head low and stay out of trouble.

Eventually she would be able to graduate high school and strike out on her own with the income provided by various crummy jobs. For a while she was happy with this life moving from city to city in search of that feeling of love and family she had yearned for for so many years and though she often close to achieving this something always felt like it didn't fit and she would grow frustrated. No matter how hard she reached out for love she only seemed to find the vaneer of friendships and loved ones. Men or women who were looking for sexual gratification or personal gain but never real companionship. Never what she felt that elusive idea of "family" was supposed to mean. And so time and again she would pack up her meager belongings and strike out for a new city, a new home, and a new chance at finding something which she could call family.

Eventually the girl who would be a Storm found her way to Hathian for the first time. And as anyone who finds there way to that dark city will she was both amazed and horrified by the life she found there. Rampant crime, copious drugs, and more sexual energy and frustration than even the seedyist of whore houses. She was enthralled and pulled into that community eventually finding herself doing work she told herself she never would. But the funny thing is that during her time as a stripper she reveled in being an object of desire and through that work tasted what power felt like. She had the power to stoke the fires in men and woman and she relished it.

For the first time she began to realize how caged she had been and for a while she was happy in her new sexual liberation but slowly she began to grow darker and more twisted. She began to manipulate people around her and even began to blackmail some people. This was the beginning of her first downfall. Full of pride and an over inflated opinion of her power she went too far and eventually pissed off the wrong people.

The resulting violence and trauma left her emotionally scarred and she fled Hathian for several years. She tried to clean up her life by giving up stripping and drugs. She got a normal job and tried to live a normal life but her thoughts would often turn back to that time she spent in Hathian and it would eat at her from within. To her it was a failure and a mark against her pride that she was forced to leave that place in terror.

Eventually she could stand it no more and The girl who would be a Storm made her way back to the city. Though everything felt different after so many years she was optimistic that this time things would be different. She got a job and tried to make new friends. Everything seemed good for a time until the dark nature of Hathian caught up with her again. A dangerous and insane enemy she made got the better of her and together with her partner they tortured the girl who would be a Storm for days breaking her emotionally and physically. It was here that the girl she had been grisly perished. She came back hoping the city had changed and things would be different, but it turned out to be the city that finally changed her. When she woke up from her brief coma everything had changed. Though she was broken she felt stronger than ever as budding madness began to add colors to the world she had never even imagined. She found it easier and easier to do the things she once feared as the darker more violent urges in her began to push their way to the surface. Slowly Caladan Storm began to assert herself where the other girl had been. And with a new name and a new open view of the world she set out to make that name known. Caladan Storm had arrived.