His family was huge. Probably the biggest family he knew. It was hard to get special attention, as with most families that were big. Too many kids, not enough parents. That wasn't to say that he was neglected, no, just... not tended to as much as he would have liked. Which lead to resentment. Frustration. And later anger. Lots of the kids he knew at school were only children, or had maybe one or two siblings. It was easy for them to spend some alone time with one or both or all of their parents... but not for Nettle.
True to his name, his personality seemed to develop an angry rash whenever the mention of home life came up. He didn't want to be there anymore, he'd rather go live at the Academy. When it came time to enroll in Junior classes, he asked to. He'd rather room with friends, if the school let him. He didn't see why not, they all got along - he didn't have outbursts with them anyway.
He hasn't really given it much thought as to what he'd want to be- not like them, that's as far as he's ever gotten. Maybe he'll paint, but painting requires patience he just doesn't have. Or maybe he'll go into sports... except his wings are too fragile for that. The risk of tears is just too high.
Maybe he wouldn't do anything at all. Maybe he'd just stop after a while, no need to think about the future when there's the option of simply not having one, right?
