I grew up with my two parents, Marina and Magnon Backwater. They met when my mother worked as a bar maid at the Toady Traveler Tavern. He would come in often for drinks after his odd jobs around town and they would eye eachother across the bar. Eventually, he got the courage to speak with her and the rest was history.
We had a modest burrow in Brandybrook with a large garden out front, which was Marinas pride and joy.
My mother was kind, and caring, and took amazing care of her and her whole family and town. I got my love of gardening from her, she taught me everything I know and after she passed, her garden was the thing that gave me the most peace. Her family was my favourite, they always made me feel so loved and the joy we had when we were together was overwhelming, but since they lived a bit further in Bramblebury, we didn't see them much.
She passed away when I was 14 from an unknown illness, and left me and my father in shambles. My father was good, but stern, and we really didn't get along. My Mother was the mediator between us, and without her we fell apart. We constantly butted heads, to the point where I moved away the second I was 18. I ran away with all of mine and my mothers things and ran into the woods outside of my hometown. After a few days of wandering, I found a hollowed out tree in the woods just outside the edges of town, and set myself up, eventually creating a small little home and garden for myself. I know it sounds silly, but even Brandybrook became too stifling for my liking.
I like living in solitude, but I always make sure to stop travellers when they pass and actively try to get myself into town when I can. I do enjoy a drink and a smoke, but at the end of the day I'd like to put my feet up alone in my cozy little tree.
