Stories from before
Maine: Where I'm from
I'm back and I'd like to thank glittering wolf for helping to make these various headcannons. You should go check out her work, she's amazing.
I was one of the lucky Freelancer agents who were named after where they were actually from, I grew up in a rural area near the Canadian border surrounded by woodland. Our house was old but it had character and thanks to my father eventually had all the modern conveniences, we had a fairly small property although it didn't matter as we weren't farmers like a few others in the area.
My dad was something of an oddity when compared to the other men in the nearby town, he didn't drink or have a typical masculine job. Instead he cooked cleaned and baked, his baking was something special. I remember coming home from a rough day when I was a little kid and enjoying one of his cookies fresh from the oven. My mother however more than made up for my dad's supposed lack of masculinity, once I turned 14 I remember going into the woods to hunt with her.
My mother was something she had long dark brown hair which she always wore in a ponytail, aside from when she went to bed and then it'd be a mess until she showered that morning. She was still rather short, it seems I get my height from my dad and my hair from my mom. Dad had sandy blond short hair and always had some form of light stubble, he had dark blue eyes where mom had bright green ones.
When we mom and I went hunting we'd keep only some of the meat selling the rest to local farmers and people that liked cheaper meat in town. Dad would marinate the meat over one or two nights, his cooking was great which was good because mom couldn't really cook anything when didn't involve a campfire.
Mom never hunted with guns though, she always used a compound bow. She told me my uncle her brother had taught her, apparently he was the top archer in the state for two years in his late teens. But as tough as she seemed she was a loving mother at heart, she got really teary smiling when she saw me in my formal military uniform. She cried when I told her I was selected for the project, when she'd calmed down she told me to take my bow and show them that bows are still better then guns. Dad met my eyes and hugged me the day I was due to leave, I think we were all misty eyed that day. Dad was no weakling though, a few times I remember hearing he'd gotten into a fight at the local bar with someone's drunken dad and beat them up, he never drank but was quite social unlike mom.
There are many things I miss about home, I miss the smell of pine trees, the landscapes and views. But more so I miss my dad's cooking and hunting with my mom, I had a funny thought about what Wash would think if he ever met my parents. I really hope I can call them soon.
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