Melweaver

Bellemere was born to a typical orcish tribe within the war nation of Krug! Spending the first few years of his life with them, up until one night, in which he was taken hunting with his father- he found himself separated from the main group, attacked on his lonesome by all manor of beast, left to die bleeding out in the middle of nowhere. A few hours passed... Nothing, he remained clinging to life, until he was come across by a band of kindly merchants, an old man and lady travelling by cart. he was immediately taken into their care, they saved his life, nurturing him far into his late teens. He learned the basics of grammar and literature, taking a liking to reading and the sort. He spent the majority of his days unburdened by his past, travelling town to town with his new parents, unfortunately, this could not last long- It was only a matter of time before the merchants ran into bandits, such happened, pillaging the caravans belongings and the kindly murchants lives. Bellemere was out doing errands when this occurred, and upon returning was devastated, spending days mourning their death. Now he fends for himself, distancing himself from most who approach him, in fear they'll end up dead.

Alistair was an only child, born into an influential family, one with a mighty reputation, due to this, his parents put a lot of pressure onto him to live up to his family name, they strictly monitored him, never letting him be an individual. Growing up, he never had freedom, after a while he couldn't take it anymore , so, at the age of 16, he ran, none of his family tried to stop him, thinking he'd just come back... he never did. He kept running, going from town to town, even though he travelled alone, he was never scared, he saw it as freeing. Now, he continues doing this, staying away from people, in fear that they'll be like his family.