I don't know much yet, who my parents are for a start. But I do know seven ways to gut a fish, and a hundred and twelve to gut a human. Not that I would do that, of course!
I'm PRETTY sure I'm an elf. And whether that's half, full or not at all has yet to be discovered. Never knew my parents, never really needed to. Parents are supposed to take care of you, but since I've never needed much taking care of, I'm sure they just carried on with their lives.
I've always had this funny gift for magic, even when I was a bilge boy. I used to make the mops and buckets sing along with me as I would scrub the decks. Captain Roberts was quick to notice and soon took me under his wing. He gave me the most wonderful books on every topic imaginable: History, Arcana, and even a daring Novel or two.
When he died, the ship felt a little smaller. A little colder. Not feeling welcome, I left to pursue my own whims attempting to recreate the fairy tales of old!