Veil was born at the start of winter. On the third month, a particularly harsh blizzard formed. His father was a traveling bard who came home for his birth and his mother was wizards apprentice. Mostly making low level scrolls to sell to provide for her now newly born son. However, as the first week turned to two, his mother and fathers supply of wood ran out simply because they could no longer reach the shed due to the amount of snow that had piled up outside their door. They were forced to burn furniture and then his mothers source of income, the scrolls. His father bit his lip as he played his lute for the little child. To entertain them all. But even this wouldn't last... His father was driven mad by the isolation and soon turned on Veil for crying. Attempting to shoot the child with his bow.
Blood was caked on the floor as a rescue party burst into the home a few days later. Finding Veil's mother lying on the floor with a arrow in her chest just in front of the infants crib. Veil's father hung from the second floor balcony, the child was starving, but alive.
Years past as the story of his parents demise rang ever clear in Veil's ears. He had inherited his parents house when he came of age, however he simply burned the house once he gained ownership of it. He had been taken in by the same wizard his mother once worked for, a powerful old elven wizard by the name of Castian Silversun. A distant relative of himself, a Silverthistle. He trained in the arts of wizardry and nature under the old elf's tutelage. But he would also recluse himself from the mans hut. To the forest. A place where his soaring tenor voice could be heard only by the trees and animals that resided there. All the while clutching the same bow that killed his mother. Not long after, he left Castian, setting out for Brevoy. A place where he could get away from his dark past and forge his own way.
Not long after his departure, a noble took a liking to Veil's voice after he overheard it while with his group of guards. "Such a talent should be used to inspire the world and new beginnings in the land of Brevoy!" The noble said with great adoration in his voice. "I shall send a letter to a certain man I know that could set you on a great path!" Not long after Veil was told to head to some tavern named the Randy Sasquatch. To meet this man and begin his new life.
