His birth was cause for great celebration. All are. The wonder of life is rare is these days. Born to parents that understood and loved the life they had. His father provided him with a few things he would carry for the rest of his life, A love of his people and home, nothing meant more to him than the survival and and success of the Outcast people. His was to be a patriot in the first. Secondly he was giving the work ethic required to do great things, his family worked in the service of a Don, seeing to whatever was needed to keep the bosses operations running smooth. Not involved in the darker side of there work directly, they both were grateful for the positions they had. His path would be a bit different.
One of the first memories he can recall took place in the rolling fields of grass his father oversaw. He remembers that time of the season well the shades of the grass before processing were so bright he often would wonder if the plants themselves were not made of fire. The winds form the ocean would come up and move across the fields setting them into liquid flames churning through the valley. The smell of sulfur that the wind held help you nose believe what your eye saw.
He asked his father that day.
'Why do we protect the grasses so?'
'It is one of our charges' His Father responded.
'But what does the Don want of it?' He Said.
'Son, the grass holds the secret to our rise back to greatness in this universe. It will give us the power over those with weaker minds, and slower bodies. We will rise up amongst them all, because we are better. I hope to see this myself son, But I know you will be a part of it.'
These words burned into the young mans mind. They are never far from his thoughts or actions. He is driven to cause of the Outcast, and needs them as much as they need the Cardamine.