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Anora and Delwyn Farys were a match made by the Gods themselves.

The pair had been close as friends in the settlement of Tind, and through the years a romantic relationship was formed. Anora, who had always been an opinionated sort, told Delwyn from the start that if he wanted to marry her he had better give her a daughter. What man wouldn't make that kind of promise to wed the woman of his dreams? It seemed a small price to pay, since he already planned on a big family with Anora. Surely somewhere along the line a girl would come into the mix.

Years came and went. The pair spent their time raising capramel to sell, watching with baited breath as their family expanded. When their first child was born, a son, both were ecstatic. Anora didn't have her girl yet, but this was only the first of many children she wished to have, so surely one day her time would come. One son turned to two, then three, four, five...after nine sons Anora seemingly gave up all hope on having a daughter. The Gods had obviously thought to bless them in other ways, and while Anora was a little disappointed, she still deeply loved her sons.

Growing up as the third son of nine proved challenging, though rewarding, for Hargitt. His parents spared as much time as they could for him while also trying to balance the responsibilities of work and his brothers. There was a balance to be found in this; with so many brothers and a herd of capramel to tend to Hargitt never had time to feel lonely. He was always working on something whether that be chores, or bothering one of his brothers.

As he grew it became obvious that tending to capramel wasn't going to be enough to occupy Hargitt's mind. He was restless; constantly moving, shifting, pressing the boundaries of his parents laws. Anora's solution was to have him train under her brother, Yuuria, to learn bow hunting. Delwyn was less certain this would work. The older boys had spent some time with Yuuria as well, but the man's harsh personality hadn't endeared him to the boys. He worried what sort of influence this would have over their already quiet son, but Anora wouldn't be swayed. This was how it was going to be, whether Hargitt or his father liked it or not.

Yuuria was less than pleased to be saddled with another of his sister's brats. He valued his time away from his pushy family which instantly put him in the mind to dislike Hargitt before ever truly getting to know the boy. Hargitt's first few months with Yuuria were a flurry of trials; the man ran him hard, shoving and grinding Hargitt until the energetic youth became a stable hunter. At first Hargitt hated his mother for sending him to Yuuria. The man would often deny Hargitt meals, and punish him by yanking fist fulls of hair so hard he felt as if his scalp would come off should he make the slightest mistake. At first he tried to tell his mother about it, but she told him of course Yuuria had to be rough; how else was he going to learn? She didn't believe her son's tales about the level to which Yuuria took his authority and the already quiet boy clammed up entirely about what truly happened on his trips. He blamed it on his own inability to rise to Yuuria's challenges, and knew that his mother likely had too much to worry about already without fussing over a weak son. So, Hargitt tried twice as hard and suffered through those years on his own.

Hargitt had never contemplated leaving Tind before that point. Of course he had seen nomads passing through, but he had just assumed he would stay in their little settlement like his parents for the rest of his years. Yuuria changed all of that. His uncle explained that in order to hunt effectively you had to track your prey, and sometimes that meant being gone for weeks. As Hargitt grew his relationship with Yuuria had changed to the point that while the older man now tolerated his nephew's presence, the younger man couldn't stand him. Thoughts of extended trips drifted to just leaving the older man all together to fend for himself, but Hargitt could never do it. Many a night he had lain awake wondering what it would be like to just leave, though each morning he would inevitably fall into the same routine as yesterday. As much as he detested his Uncle, Hargitt loved his family dearly and ditching the man would inevitably bring on so much flack from his family that going home would be just as rough as staying out in the wilderness with Yuuria.

So, Hargitt grew, and boy did he grow. Anora's family was chocked full of large, burly men that put her husband to shame. His elder brothers had taken more after their father in stature, while Hargitt seemed to be a pseudo clone of his mother. He became tall, much taller than other boys his age, quiet and imposing. Because of his silent nature and the gravel like quality of his voice the village teens avoided him entirely. Not that Hargitt would have known what to do with friends if he'd had them; beyond his brothers he'd spent little to no time around others his age, and those social skills most children developed early on with their peers just weren't there.

By his seventeenth birthday Hargitt will have spent little to no time in Tind at all, without much changing as he ages. Most of his interactions are with fellow hunting parties, whose conversations are often clipped and factual. He knows there are now marital issue at home, mostly concerning rumors about his mother and a lover she's taken (one she vehemently denies and his father has yet to get to the bottom of).