Mideine was born on a ship heading across the Sickened Sea from Steton to Daborak. Their family was moving due to their father, Alios Starflower, getting a more stable job as a guardsmen for a small town there. Mideine lived there for about a year, though they could tell you nothing of it as they have no memory of that time. They were, however, forced to move again as bandits raided and pillaged their small village. Their father did their best to buy time for Mideine and their family to run and ended up dying himself, along with two of their siblings. Due to this, the only knowledge Mideine has on their father is the scales along their sides and the stories told to them by their mother, Lyalan Starflower. These were stories of great hunts Alios did while in Steton and the heroic deeds he did in their brief time in Daborak.
Their family retreated and were taken in by a small community in the Rift. They lived there, making do and living a very simple life for the next sixteen years. When Mideine reached they age of seventeen, they decided they wanted to see the world more and, with their families blessing, set out, making their first stop in Steton. In the first town that Mideine stopped in, there was a traveling carnival passing through. Mideine saw this as an opportunity, an opportunity to make some coin while traveling in order to help support their family. They were quickly hired by the Ringmaster of the carnival, Elasdrin Surefeather: a wood elf who had a friendly and easygoing demeanor.
 
Their first month of traveling and working with this carnival went well. They'd help move props around for performers and do general maintenance work for the equipment used during performances, but, as time went on, the Ringmaster started to complain slightly about their work ethic, saying that they needed to be working faster and harder, that other stagehands were paid just as much but seemed to do double the work. Their work hours slowly started increasing as Elasdrin started demanding more work from them. They got less rest and started to slip up on the job, which prompted more berating from the Ringmaster. They'd often take solace from all this in the comfort of their bunkmate, Flo. Flo would talk to them during the night, listen to their complaints, and was the one who taught them to juggle.
 
As more and more time passed, the working conditions of Mideine got worse and worse, more work hours, less breaks, more tasks that needed to be completed in that time. Everytime Elasdrin would berate them he'd do it with a smile and a far too cheery tone. Eventually, some of the other performers, the ones closer with Elasdrin, began to join in on this. They treated her like a personal assistant, requesting simple things from her, such as food or drink. This ate into the precious time they had to complete their already assigned tasks for the day, but Mideine did their best to attend to them anyways, since they called her their friend, and Mideine wanted to help their friends.
 
As even more time passed, Elasdrin would start calling Mideine in to meet while he was drunk. He was an angry drunk and that anger was quite often directed at Mideine. This cycle repeated on and on for thirteen years, never really worsening beyond that point, but staying consistent in its treatment. Mideine eventually learned to just do their best to pass the day with as little care to it as possible, simply treating each day as something worseless in order to cope. After ten years, Flo left the carnival suddenly. Mideine never learned why or where they went, but there only solace had suddenly disappeared. Yet, Mideine continued to work, sending money back to their family as most accommodations were given to Mideine either way, such as food and housing.
 
Finally, as the thirteenth year of them working there passed, something in them snapped. A sudden wake up call to the fact they had wasted thirteen years of their life living in misery. They realized at some point they had stopped considering the idea of leaving for whatever reason. That night, Mideine acted quickly, packing up as much of their stuff as they could fit in a bag and running off into the night. After running for some time, they suddenly found themselves on an unfamiliar road, in an unfamiliar world, with a journal that tells a different story then the one they know.