How is this for his history?
Whitethorne was born Galreave Hadrigan Pendriciax, but he has not used that name in many years. Not that it matters. Most of the people in the Elsir Vale did not call him by his name anyway. There are few left alive that remember his name, unfortunately, one of those people is his aunt, Sehernva. He means to correct that one day.
He hates his aunt. Because of her, he was treated as a second class citizen all his life. Barely tolerated, he lived at the edges of society. He was often in trouble for things he did not do or was even in the area to have done. The best he could hope for was their indifference, until he met Wiclas.
Though they are nothing alike, the two were often lumped together as troublemakers. Eventually, they began to hang out away from the others. Their friendship grew to the point that when Wiclas said he was going to leave and become an adventurer, Whitethorne left with him.
After being away for several years, he returned to Elsir Valley to look in on his parents. He found them dead. His aunt had been there. Before he leaves again, this time for good, he will see his aunt dead.
Whitethorne could easily be mistaken for a half-elf, but for his tail and unnaturally sharp teeth.