The young Khajiit Dar`lendirr grew up in a settlement in the middle of Elsweyr where the forests meet the badlands. In his early years he learned to live with and of the nature by gathering and hunting. Then he suddenly lost many of his relatives in a traumatic fire. The settlement got attacked by unknown bandits. An older relative took care of him and they fled towards Torval in southwest Elsweyr and settled some miles outside the city. The relative became like a new father to him, and was a source of great wisdom. In addition to his Khajiit heritage, he also learned the "imperial" way. He was taught that "to have the best chance of success in life he had to have control of every situation, and take care of every oppurtunity he encountered". Knowledge was the key. He was also taught to not be bitter on the attackers who killed his family, and be respectful and listen to the people he met. He could learn a great deal of information just by listening to someone, and be alert to the surroundings both in the city or in the forest. One day Dar'lendirr was in Torval to trade goods at the market, his new "stepfather" ruthlessly was attacked by two Skooma-addicts looking for gold. Dar`lendirr found him dead lying in his own blood . And despite what he had learned the 19 yr old Khajiit couldn`t bear the sorrow that now engulfed him. After a great deal of effort, he tracked the down the murderers who happened to be Khajiits and before they knew what hit them he slit their throats and killed them.
He was tired of Elsweyr and felt he had only one option. It was nothing left for him here and he wanted to get away. After all his stepfather had told numerous of fantastic stories from other parts of Tamriel and he had read lots of books himself. He buried his stepfather, gathered only a few thing and started to go northwest towards the Valenwood border.
After several weeks and months travelling along the Valenwood border, exhausted, he got attacked by several marauders. Although he reacted swiftly and seemed to get away, they were too many and overpowered him. He came to himself days later, his hands and feet tied up and with a hood over his head. He could feel that he was in a carriage of some kind, and tried to move and gather as much information as he could about the surroundings. Suddenly he felt something heavy hit him. He woke up again and could smell salt and tar and felt the ground was moving up and down. Dar`lendirr realized he was on a boat. Exhausted from lack of water and food he dozed off.
He woke up again and it seemed he had solid ground beneath his feet, well at least beneath the carriage he was in. The young Khajiit tried to smell and listen as to find out where he was. Then he heard several Redguards speaking in their mother tongue, and realized he could be as far as Hammerfell. Suddenly he heard a strange sound and felt paralyzed. The world slipped away again.
Dar`lendirr felt someone drag him by his arm and a moment later he was on the ground wounded by the impact. His hood was removed and the bright light was like a knife in his eyes. After a while he could see that he was standing in somekind of rocky area. He saw several people with pickaxes in their hands and chains on their feet. So it had really come to this, he thought. A fitting end for his wretched life.
Soon, he learned that he was a part of an illegal mining operation outside Elinhir, a city north in Hammerfell close to the Skyrim border. Dar`lendirr couldn`believe he had travelled so far, but it seemed that he was not alone making such a long distance. Actually several of the other slaves was brought here in the same way. He learned that it was actually a Nord who supervised this illegal and profitable operation in Hammerfell.
Weeks later Dar`lendirr decided to escape. A Nord, an Argonian and a Bosmer joined him in the attempt. As planned they managed to escape during night, and all 4 of them decided to make an attempt to cross the Skyrim-border. What they didn`t know at the time was that the Nord supervisor found out of their escape and realized his whole operation could be in jeopardy if the former slaves managed to reach Falkreath and report it. The Nord slave-mine supervisor was in fact the son of a well-known and respected citizen in Falkreath. After many days travelling through the mountains with a minimum of food, they saw Falkreath in the distant. At the same time the criminal Nord and his party had reached them. The Argonian was suddenly shot in the back, and the remaining three ran towards the road to the city. Moments later, the Bosmer fell victim to a fire-spell. Dar`lendirr exhausted by the lack of food and water and the harsh climate, was supported by his fellow escapist the Nord, They were so close to the city that they could hear voices.

Suddenly his fellow comrade falls to the ground like a ragdoll. Dar`lendirr stops, turns around and a giant axe is embedded in the Nord's skull. He then looks up, and he sees the Nord supervisor look at him with a grin and shouts: "Murderer! Why did you kill that Nord?". "Guards!"
Dar`lendirr feels a sharp pain in this head. His vision gets blurred and he falls down to the ground. The last thing he sees before he`s out is the dead eyes of his comrade.

In short, Gwenneth fled from Skyrim after hitting someone on the head, lived in Bruma, then in the wilds near Cheydinhal for years, got her house set on fire by orcs and had a vision of her deceased mother urging her to return to skyrim.

Long version here: http://shilkaskyrim.blogspot.com/p/full-character-history.html