My parents were forced into a human city after our tribe was persecuted and most of our people killed. I grew up poor because no one would hire my parents because we are shifters and the humans were the ones persecuting us. The only thing that kept us safe was our own skills being shifters and the city guards. My family was able to survive by stealing from local venders which was mainly my job to supply my family. When i was 8 i was out on the city looking for a meal to steal when i heard a great commotion. I returned home to find my family killed with my house on fire. I fled into the wilderness seeking refuge where the wind, trees, earth, and animals taught me the way of the druids. With this change in life I lost my family name since nature was my true family. I have since pledged myself to druidic ways and plan to keep the rest of my kind safe from the horror of the humans seeking to destroy my kind by bringing them back to the refuge of the forest.
