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Born to a pair of parents who never should have had children with how little they supervised Conrad. His mom dipped when he was young, and his dad was busy finding joy at the bottom of a bottle. He has lots of small scars from all the trouble he used to get in. Even as a kid he was freakishly tall, and he liked to take out his anger on weaker kids. One day, after getting into a nasty fight with one of his kids, a fisherman came up to him and offered him part of his lunch if he sat with him for a bit. Conrad was suspicious, but free food was always pretty nice so he humored the old man. The man told a story, of how he had 4 older brothers. His dad used to punch the oldest, and then when he got too old, he moved on to the second, and so far and so on until it was his turn to get hit with that punch. By then, the punch had gotten so soft that it had barely hurt at all. But they still tried to hurt him, even if it didn't hurt as bad as it had hurt his brothers. The old man used to tell all kinds of parables like this when the two shared lunch together. At first he brushed it off as the kind of the stuff you'd hear from people in church. But the lessons started to stick. It took time to adjust, to not let that beast out and hurt people, but with the old mans help it got easier. He found healthier outlets like fishing or going sailing, eventually earning a job as the old mans apprentice. He spent many a summer off the coast of Oren with him, catching huge tuna's and swordfish. Before he realized, he had grown into a better man. The old man dropped him off a local port one day so he could find his own path, one not controlled by who came before him.

Raised by her grandmother and father in Curon, Marion had a simple childhood. Her grandmother Leene would teach her how to sew and raised her in the teachings Canonism as best she could. Her father, Glenn, would spent most of his time in the wilderness, hunting with his beloved courser, Shadow. Her mother died in childbirth, but she's told that she is the spitting image of her. She had only one thing to know her by, her mother's prize horse, Shortcake. The white Rouncey spent most of its time in the stable or out at pasture, but it was once a fine race horse that would destroy competitions. As she grew older, she became its caretaker, braiding its mane, learning how to ride, how to show off. She took to riding like a fish in water. On the day of her first competition, she came in last place. Shortcake was well over 30 years old at this point, no matter how hard she trained, she was never going to be the show stopper she was in her youth. When she died, not long after Marion's 19th birthday, there was a great morning in the house of Dragmire. Her mother's horse, the one she had spent half her life trying to improve, was now gone. Marion mourned for the horse she loved, for the mother she felt so close with despite never having met. She spent the next few years in a haze, simply passing the days away. A few years later, Glenn was attacked by bandits, he lost Shadow and permanently destroyed part of his back. Marion realized she needed to get her act together to support her family. She set out into Arcas, to find a horse that would bring honor back to her family name.