Tristan Denali

Story: He's lived in the forest his entire life, he uses magic to his cabin, his earliest memories being his parents crying while people are shouting behind them, not trusting people since wearing a black cloak and picking some berries not cloaking himself with magic when he uses his magic to make some berries from high up in the bush float down to his basket, bumping into you, eyes widening as he jumped back dropping the magic, panicked look in his eyes I-uh-yo- flustered that you saw him