Snipplehop, what a name for a human.   I was named after my great
grandfather, a kender as you might have guessed.  My father was very messed
up in the head, a very violent person as well.  He also knew small amounts of
magic.  This is where I first started to see magic.  My father would cast
spells of silence on me, and me being part kender, I didn't like it much, for
I wanted to talk constantly.  He would also turn himself invisible and follow
my friends and I and catch us doing quite a few things we weren't supposed
to be doing.  This is what got me interested in learning magic.  The first
spell I learned of course was invisibility.  I didn't learn how to become
visible until some days afterwards, so I had lost one of my best friends for
a couple days.  I don't think his parents liked me much after that.  Being
invisible had its advantages but it also got me into a lot of trouble.  Like
the time I got caught stealing oranges.  Some people just don't like to see
floating oranges I guess.
But let's not forget my mother.  Her story is a grim story.  She was
the completely human side of the family. My father loved her but one day they
got into a heated argument about humans and kender and which race was
superior to the other.  I only saw my mother one time after that argument and
that was at her funeral.  My father had cast a spell "accidentally" and it
had set her on fire.  She did live for about another day, but suffered
greatly.  That was the time I decided to not be like my father.  I wasn't
going to use my magic to harm anyone, unless they were threatening my life. 
And to this day I haven't.
After that my father had continued to practice his magic, until one
day his experiment went very wrong and he made his whole forearm explode.  He
bled to death, and that forced me to live on my own.  I was 17 at the time
and that was a very young age to be set free in my town. 
My dad killing himself with his own magic stopped me from using it
for a while, until I met my first teacher.  I learned many things under him
and I even learned to control the magic that had killed my father.  This
teacher had died trying to concoct a potion that would increase your magical
abilities, but it had exploded on him.
This influenced me to travel to Kalaman and seek out a new teacher. 
After about a month of living on the street and in the poor homes, I found a
teacher that was willing to take me in and make me his apprentice.  I learned
many wondrous things under him.  I learned of the beginnings of magic, and
spells I had never even dreamt of. 
Hopefully I we will not turn out like my father and my former
teacher.  That is my story and how I got to wear I am today, here standing,
speaking to you.