I’m A Believer.

Haggis and Neeps McToot were blessed with a daughter, who would one day become a Kelda and lead her own clan. The problem with that was their daughter was Clootie. She was soft, a strange thing for a McToot, and easily distracted. She was also quiet (for a McToot), and had an amazing ability to disappear in a crowd full of McToot’s, sometimes even while being talked too, without even trying. It was obvious she would never be a Kelda.
As a female, she couldn’t be a warrior or a gonnagle and she wasn’t good enough at any of the skills needed to become a Kelda. She never felt like she had a place in the clan. Despite this she still dreamed of one day becoming a hero, doing good in the world and fighting like her brothers. All she could do was watch. Thankfully, for the clan, when Clootie was 6 years old another female was born and would eventually take her place. This meant that Clootie was left alone more, the clan having no idea what to do with this strange McToot.
From a young age she loved stories and was often found pestering the clan gonnagle, desperate to disappear into different worlds of heroes and villains. She would sneak off by herself, having collected any of the bigjobs books she could find and would spend her days living through stories.
At 12 years old she was left outside a forest gnome village. Unfortunately, Clootie would never be one of them, but they did not hate the child. The clan hopped she would find a place with other gnomes, perhaps she would make a good jewellery maker or whatever it is those normal gnomes do.
She was taken in by the village, wary of having a McToot but felt for the child. As she grew, despite her kind heart and good nature she never really fit in well with the other gnomes in the village. Try as she might, her general McTootness kept her alienated from the other gnomes. She found happiness once again in her imagination and dreams of one day performing her unique art in-front of large crowds. .
As she grew, she couldn’t help but feel jealous watching the gnome families. Although McToots don’t have the usual family type of relationships, like mother/sister/brother etc, she couldn’t help but feel she was missing something in her life. The clan as a whole was a family, she just was never apart of it. Now she was here and still in the same position. She was no ones family and although welcoming, most gnomes seemed to always want rid of her. Gently pushing her to go else where when trying to help. She always got the feeling they wanted her out the way.
Left to her own devices, she continued to practice her own wrestling moves (a unique style of fighting. A mix of McToot scraping and some gonnagle charisma) in-front of any crowd she could find. Most of those crowds were cows who Clootie was supposed to be watching, though they didn’t give much of a reaction when she practiced her elbow drops on hay or was trash talking to a garden fork. Wrestling was her happy place and one day she knew it would be her chance at a better life.