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Rye is the second son in the family.  Rye, his mother, his father, and his elder brother grew up in a secluded spot in the Forest Realm of Irrinor. Rye's father was of a pure heritage, but his mother must have been mixed, for she had golden hair, of which was passed to Rye. Growing up he always remembered that when ever they were home,  his older brother and his father discuss serious topics and would often talk about the disrespect humans seemed to have toward nature.  When his father and brother weren't home they were most often off on some sort of trip to hunt or the like. These topics took up most of the time of Rye's father and older brother, so Rye spent most of his time with his mother. She taught him about Cernunnos and Cerridwen, all about nature, how to use a bow, and how to live off the land. It was sometime in these younger years that Rye's mother gave him a pendant of a bronze-coloured flower. Rye doesn't like others to see this pendant, but can't bear the thought of not wearing it, so he wears it on a long chain around his neck where he can hide it under his tunic.

Rye was often in the shadow of his elder brother, and often times got overlooked. As a result Rye found himself able to do as he pleased. He would often go exploring to ease the boredom, each time pushing the limits to how long he stayed away. Rye found that he could live on the land in the forest for weeks and nobody seemed to mind that he was away for so long. On one of these several-week long outings, Rye came across a camp of travelers.  Rye, having nothing better to do, decided to eavesdrop on the men. Apparently, these men had been out for weeks and were longing for home. They would speak of loved ones, and of the delicious food items, such loved ones would make. They would speak of biscuits, pies and cakes to such an extent that even Rye's mouth began to water.  Rye continued to eavesdrop on the various camps he came across and found that while the men of each camp differed, they could always find commonality in food, especially pastries. It seemed that even the toughest of men would soften at the thought of a tasty treat. Oh, what power something so small could carry! Rye decided that he would make it his life's quest to obtain this power and to master the art of pastries and baked goods, no matter the cost.

As the years passed, Rye gathered the courage to venture further and trade with traveling merchants to get the ingredients needed to make simple confections. After one such venture Rye found his father waiting for him. Apparently during the many months that Rye was away, his elder brother and father had concluded that he had learned everything he could and it was time to go off on his own. This meant that now it was Rye's turn to learn all he could from his father. Rye did so for a couple years, but as he spent more time with his father, the more he felt that his father had an unnatural hatred for anyone who wasn't an elf. Even the thought of holding a conversation with anyone other than a wood elf made his father's stomach churn. Needless to say, when it was found that Rye had been not only talking to outsiders, but being friendly with them and even trading with them, Rye's father threw a fit like none other. Rye thought fondly of those he traded with and conversed with, and decided that staying with his father was simply not worth it. Instead, Rye took it as a sign to focus even more so than before on his life goal to create the best pastry ever.