Veris was born in a small farming village situated in the Allir Reach known as Casteilise. Despite being situated quite a ways away from Alliria, most everyone in the village made their living off farming and trading with traveling merchants. Being useful on a farm was always very important for the children growing up in this village. However, unlike most children, Veris was never very good with physical labor as he spent the majority of his childhood sick. This caused him to feel like an outcast in the little village.

One day out of desperation he drug himself out of bed and into his family's fields wanting to prove himself. Unsurprisingly he found the work to be incredibly difficult and struggled to stay on his feet as his health was so poor. Eventually, his parents found him passed out in a field clutching one of the crops in his hand. They frantically tried to wake him unsure if he was okay. As Veris slowly began to wake up his father noticed something strange. The crop in his son's hand had matured and was ready for harvest while all the others were still weeks away from that point. Thereafter it was quickly discovered that Veris had used some type of magic to cause the plant to grow. It was likely he overexerted himself in the process and fainted.

The village people were astounded that the boy had managed to accomplish something so strange. Magic was a rarity in the village as none there used it. It was something only occasionally seen when a traveling merchant knew some magic. However, despite their amazement at his feat, the villagers were still skeptical of his usefulness. For what good would it do to cause one plant out of many to grow faster. It would only throw the farmer and produce crops before there was any need for them. Veris on the other hand was determined to learn more about his interesting ability. As the townsfolk gave up on him he only grew more determined to succeed.

In time he grew to better understand and control his magic and gradually became more useful. Instead of simply making the plants grow faster he could make them grow larger. With practice and planning, he could work hard each season to increase crop yields for all the village's farmers. Though he always had to be careful not to do too much in one day. His health was still consistently poor and using his magic often only seemed to make things worse. Despite his health, Veris was still happier than ever to finally be able to be useful to his village. Things would continue on like this for a few years with Veris gradually improving on his skills. Until one year in his twenties when he began to notice, he could not improve anymore, seemingly having reached his limit.

Almost as if toying with him, fate would have it that the year in which he reached his limit was also the year his skills were needed more than ever. That particular year a new type of pest began to invade the village's crops. The bugs were larger and hardier than any that had come before. They resisted every method of eliminating them and quickly wreaked havoc among the crops. Everyone in the village came to Veris for help as he seemed to be the only one who could save their crops. He tried to change the plants in many ways to deter the bugs, but his options were limited. He had to find a way to save the plants without making them unsuitable for use.

After a month of trying to save the village's farms and failing people were beginning to lose hope in Veris. Everything he tried to do failed and he was running out of options. Though one day he came up with a new idea. It was a very strange and difficult idea but he was desperate enough to try anything. Even if it meant pushing the boundaries of his magic and trying something new. He decided he would try to make a new type of plant with his magic instead of just alter already existing ones. He hoped to create a plant that would entice the pests to eat it but would eat them instead. Veris was however ambitious in his goals and a bit overly confident in his skills. He wanted to create a plant that wouldn't compete with the village's crops and would survive without any further maintenance.

It took time and a great deal of trial and error, but eventually Veris created his miracle plant. It was a strange sort of plant that grew into a gourd-shaped fruit. However, instead of having roots, the plant would grow green vines at its base which would spread out around it. Whenever a pest would attempt to eat the vines they would get ensnared within them. When a bug became trapped the plants would then use something akin to roots from inside the plant's vines to drain the bug of all the water and nutrients in its body.

The plant did its job perfectly for a time and the village managed to recover from its pest issue. However unbeknownst to even Veris a new problem had begun. As the villagers worked in close proximity to predatory vine plants they would occasionally step among them. In these situations, the vines would react by attaching roots to their feet. In time the roots would make their way into their skin and begin their work. One by one villagers began to fall ill as an unknown disease swept through the village. Eventually, everyone began to start experiencing the symptoms of dehydration and starvation. Symptoms that wouldn't go away no matter how much they ate or how much rest they got. It was a slow process that took a great deal of time and suffering before the first person passed. Though after the first many others followed quickly until eventually, Veris was the only one left.

Veris seemed to be unaffected by whatever it was that had killed the rest of the village. He was alone and beside himself with grief that everyone he knew was gone. Though he still felt the need to investigate. He simply had too many questions to not try to find answers. Why was he seemingly immune to the disease? Why did no treatments seem to have any effects on it? Though there was one question his mind refused to think about. Why did there seem to be a relationship between his plants and the deaths of the villagers?

His investigation started with what came most natural to him. He would venture out into the fields for hours each day carefully inspecting every plant. All the crops seemed to be normal with no hint of abnormality and even his plants seemed to be normal albeit growing a bit too fast. It wasn't until a few days later that he began to notice something strange. In certain areas, the vines of his plants seemed to be growing out of the ground. With no gourd to have grown from and no other nearby plants, he was unsure why they were there. It wasn't until more vine patches started showing up that he noticed a pattern. Each patch was showing up in places where people killed by the disease were buried.

Horrified by even the thought of what his discovery might imply Veris quickly made plans to dig into one of the burial sites. He chose one not yet showing vines in the hopes that when he dug the corpse up it would be vine free and would thus dispel his worries. Sadly the opposite happened when he finally managed to dig the corpse out of the ground. What should have been a partially decayed corpse was instead a skeleton covered in a thick web of roots. Vines as well had already begun to grow from the skeleton's skull down towards its feet. When Veris unearthed the skull from the dirt he was shocked to find the gourd of one of his plants had grown inside. It didn't take him much more investigation to garner an idea of what had happened to the village.

Now beside himself with anger that he had created the thing that killed everybody, he set out with a new goal. He was going to destroy every last plant in the village. However, he had grown too comfortable with the thought that he was immune to the effects of the plants. Veris was not immune to them at all. As a matter of fact, he was the first one of them all to be infected by the plants. However, because it was his magic that created the plants in the first place they had a different effect on him. Whereas the other villagers were parasitized by the plants, Veris' magic caused him to have a sort of symbiosis with them. It was no coincidence he failed to realize what was ailing the villagers before they died. One of the plants had grown into and integrated with his body and mind in such a way that it gained a type of mind itself. Its presence caused him to subconsciously turn a blind eye to the happenings in the village. Though the plant could only fight against his will so much before he had things his way.

So with his willpower high and his goal in mind he set out into the field to destroy the plants. He would attempt to use his best and only tool to do so, his magic. Though in his rage he would overexert himself quickly becoming both starved and dehydrated. Had he not fainted so quickly after starting he would have accidentally killed himself with his recklessness. Still, though it seemed he would perish quickly in such a state with the sun still looming overhead. He most certainly would have died if not for the plant inhabiting his body. The vines of the plants his body lied upon slowly began to move snaking their way around his body to shield his from the sun. Nearby crops were entangled with roots as they were drained of nutrients to sustain Veris.

It was a long slow process that lasted around a month, but when it was over Veris had been nursed back to health. However, he was no longer the man he once was. The plant inhabiting his body did more than just heal him. It had grown itself deeper into his mind entwining itself with his entire nervous system. In the process, it managed to destroy his personal memories to make him more compliant. It grew entirely to become a part of his body and wrapped it tightly in protective vines. When he woke he had no memories of who he was other than his name, Veris Thymae. He had no memories of the place he found himself in. Not that he would have recognized it in the first place after it had become so heavily infested with vines and gourds. Despite this, he still knew all he had known before. He had his magic, his knowledge, and in his mind a new family of plants.

He stayed in the village for a long period of time after that. Days spent tending to the very plants that he had created so long ago. He no longer had to worry about being chronically ill. The plant had taken care of that as it had many other things. Eventually, though parts of his personality would begin coming back and his curious nature would drive him to explore the world. He began to drift learning the ways of the world as he went. He'd discover many flowers he'd never seen before as well keeping a mental catalog of them all. Occasional he would be driven by his plant to return to Casteilise. Though he'd always leave again on a never-ending search for knowledge.