The eternal child, Quisaadi sometimes struggles to accept his stature and the squeals and coos of joy and adoration directed his way by those outside of his family. He finds himself overly protected by Isolde despite his wish to be seen as the capable hunter he believes he can be and as such he hasn't had much of a chance to test his mettle against more than flora and the occasional insect that crosses his path. He hopes that eventually his full potential will be realised, however until that point he will continue his days bothering Morainn and Isolde between daring escapades ever deeper into the wastelands surrounding their home.