Marsh

When Marsh was first hatched he was just like all his siblings, oh sure he had different colors, but they all had the same same claws, the same neck the same wings. And, Marsh's first years of life were very happy. He had found something that he loved and was good at, alchemy. Marsh's whole family supported this fledgling passion, that is, until the day of the MISTAKE. The horrid, unforgettable day during which he ended one life and began another, for him and his brother. Never will Marsh talk about this day or his parents, or really anything that happened to him before he came to this clan. Oh, well who really cares what happened in the past anyway. Its not like future generations will need to know what happened us so they can then use that knowledge to solve their problems faster than we did. Nope, so happy that's not a thing that we'r doing.