Born the son of Aldin Hollowbreak and Mirai Danib, a logger and a ranger respectively in the town of Darbyton. Makar had a rather straightforward life, or as straightforward as can be in a land that was at the time ruled by pirates. Dabyton had simple needs and a stubborn self reliance to fulfill said needs. As such as soon he was deemed able, the young boy was set about to chores helping his busy parents which often involved household chores. Helping clean the clothing, sweeping out the dust, sometimes helping his da move the firewood to the shed, and sometimes helping his mother dress her most recent hunt. When not doing chores he was just hanging about other children his age, although admittedly he'd have a diffcult time forming deep bonds with them. Nonetheless they peeked at strangers coming through the town, played hide and seek and just generally made nusiance of themselves.
By the time he reached the age of 10 however, he'd began an apprenticeship of sorts under the tutelage of his mother. His mother always had a practical view of things , which he supposed he kind of got that from her. She'd always taken a point of pride that while Aldin may have provided the heat with his lumber work, it was she who brought in the food they'd rely on to survive. And now she was passing it on to her son in the form of ranger training.
Games of hide and seek he'd played with children became tracking games with his mother, who taught him to study the shape of the tracks and their depression in the dirt or the displacement of dust. Games of catch became archery practice with a toy bow at crude cutout of nimals and where to shoot them for a clean kill. Helping to field dress one of his mother's hunt become hand on practice on how to do it himself and to safely skin an animal without rupturing the bladder or other such organ that could taint the meat.
Even his father had gotten in on it, as while no hunter he did know bits of Fieldcraft which was useful in his logging work. Teaching his son how to rough it in the wilds until inevitable his mother took him to an actual jaunt into the woods for practical lessons. Birthdays, mercifully, were still a pleasant time where he'd recieved gifts from his parents and friends of the family and soon he'd found himself very appreciatve of getting new clothes.
When adulthood came at the age of 15, he was his own man then. Or at least he supposed he himself was. In truth during all those years he'd not a single ambition in his mind for things of the future, which he supposed made him grateful for the things he'd learned. Especially since by the time the Mists came and the Shadow Beasts attacked, followed by the disappearance of the Pirate Lords and all other changes that followed, losing his mother in the process amidst it all, he'd not known what to do for himself or his father.
For now, even in the current day, he just lives bit by bit, cycle by cycle.
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