I was raised as a young seedling, my mother was rather absent. She never spoke... probably because she was a pumpkin. My father got lonely and found love in my mother which is how I came to be. My mother had a much shorter life than I, leaving me orphaned at the ripe old age of 2 months. I travel the land looking for a place to call home since all my family in the pumpkin patch rotted away. I have an extreme form of brain damage from carving out my own facial features which causes many mental breakdowns and emotional shifts as well as mild psycopathy.
