Westshot was born in a small wooden cabin, isolated from most other intelligent life. Instead of society, he turned to nature for comfort. He would run through dense forest, vaulting logs, swinging on vines, and leaping across creeks. His parents played a very large part of his life, each giving him love and affection that he always returned. Over time, his isolated cabin home became less of, well, a home. He would climb trees and sleep on them, enjoying looking up at the stars rather than a ceiling. In time, Westshot was a young, established man. He was strong like his father and smart like his mother. He took a long hike to further explore nature when he suddenly heard voices. He took off in a sprint, bursting through the treeline to see a large city far offshore on an island. Banners flew, and he recognized the symbol from his studies. The emblem represented Aegrothond, an Elvish city. Westshot could see huge billows of smoke rising into the air, and old garbage was washed upon the shore from the direction of the kingdom. Westshot was disgusted, cant believing what he had seen. Is all of civilization so evil? How could they destroy his home, nature? Speechless, he hiked back to his cabin to tell his mother and father of what he had seen.
Opening the door, he heard a slam against the wall. And then a scream. His mothers scream. He dashed to the sound to find his father laying on the ground, blood pooling around him. A dark, hooded figure stood above him, not making a sound. Suddenly, just like that, he was gone. Whatever it was, it was powerful when it came to magic. He and his mother rushed to his Father, only to find him limp and lifeless. His mother burst into tears, but Westshot felt no sorrow. Only rage. He held his mother in his arms, knowing that she would suffer for many years, remembering this exact moment. They sat there for hours until Westshot finally got up. He would train. He would become quicker, stronger, smarter, and tougher. And then he would learn how to use the arts of magic... someday. Someday he would avenge his father.
Westshot now spends most of his time training or meditating in nature, often visiting his mother. He learned to use a bow well and understands herbal healing to an extent. When he received word that there was a society with the goal of retaining the beauty of nature, he got curious. And so, he left his mother with a loving goodbye, promising to return one day. He had to find them. He had to find a purpose. And there was purpose to be found with the Druidic Order. With enough practice, maybe they would even teach him to learn the ways of magic so he could finally avenge his fathers death.
