Alwin's childhood could be summed up in one word: sheltered.
His parents, while present and active in his life, did help him mature, but they also ended up stunting his emotional growth by not letting him meet other children his age—or even go outside at all.
He had never truly experienced “life.” Just a brat his parents hid from the world for God knows what reason. It’s not like he cared, though—his life was great, so why should he care about making “friends” or doing anything that required socialization? He’d much rather stay inside all day and do nothing else.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you see it), his life was about to change for the “better.”
That is, until he was forcibly kicked out of his own home by his father. “To never come back to Caurost!” his father screamed in anger. He was an adult, for God’s sake, he should take care of himself now.
Sadly, his lack of exposure to the world gave him an irrational fear of… well, everything. Every sound, every shadow in every nook and cranny scared Alwin shitless. He didn’t know what to look out for, let alone who to trust.
Now, he spends his days wandering, searching for some semblance of a home—looking for any means to survive in this world. Granted, it’s hard to do such a thing when he fails to trust anyone within a twenty-mile radius of him.
