Silva

Sylva Roughbottom

When Sylva was younger, he ran away from home. He refuses to explain why, but he assures people that it was not a decision he took lightly. He spent most of his formative years wandering from place to place, never letting the grass grow under his large, hairy feet. He found the wilderness open and inviting and took to it like a moth to a flame. He was content and happy. However, he felt restless; he subconsciously needed a place to call home. That brought him fatefully into a modest town called Breachill. Nothing would ever be the same again.