Born to a poor, isolated elven family on the outskirts of Ceilia'nor, Cody wasn't an extraordinary child, she'd have small fragmented memories of her parents telling her she was plain, average, not much to look at and frankly, that's all her mind let her remember of her parents, the days they spent telling her she wasn't special or important. At the age of six, she'd remembered walking through the forest by herself; malnourished, exhausted, and covered in dirt. All she could do was call out for her parents but no one answered, in fact no one answered for a few days at that point.
Her next memory came when she met the wandering traveler in the forest. He'd seen her and immediately gave her piece of bread from his satchel, trying to nourish her little body. Once she was fed, he'd try asking her questions; questions about her parents, her home, or even why she was out there but all she could do was tell him her name, Cuidighthigh Avern, but he told her the name was too long, so he gave her the nickname, Cody. As the two set off into the forest, he'd tell her stories of his recent travels; the people he met, the lands he'd explored, even his stories of romance and danger, because truly it was the only way she'd actually pay attention. Her ears would perk up as her eyes (Or how ever much of her eyes he could see under her long shaggy hair) would lock onto him as he told these amazing tales of gigantic Orcs and whimsical Wood Elves.
Unfortunately, the fantastic stories would end as the next following days, he'd dropped her off at the orphanage once the two reached the city. It took quite a bit for her to let the man go but all he did was wave goodbye and disappear. She'd been abandoned yet again, staying at the orphanage where all she did was study the maps, get her hands on as much material about the other races as she could, and stare out beyond the tree lines, squinting to see what could be out there and wondering if she'd ever get to explore any of it.
