My older siblings like to tease that I resulted in our father's passing, since my mother had me in the midst of battle, and father fell on his way to her. She say's that's not true, but there's always' a haunted look in her eyes whenever it's brought up. Growing up I had a relatively normal childhood, several close friends, and it was a comfortable life. In part because of the benefits we recieved after my father's death, and mother's retirement.

It was around the time that I reached my maturity, as my mother called it, that our village was attacked. As far as I am aware I am the only survivor as I was forced to flee into the woods and make my way towards the city of Hollowbury for help. Only help never arrived.

I got turned around in the woods, whether through sheer luck, or stupidity I fell into the encampment of a beautiful woman named Nan. She took pity on me, as I stumbled into the camp, and helped nurse be back to health. She went with me to Hollowbury, but by the time we arrived we were told they had reports of the town's complete destruction. Nan didn't leave me and instead we fell inlove.

Where she is now I do not know, but I will find her.

I have to find her.

— Oz