Haizel was born as the middle son of three to a warlord whom at first glance he resembles greatly - bathed in pleasant brown hues and cream-colored socks and great in size. The warlord reigned over a large territory and a pack in his own right, thirty strong. The princes of the pack were spoilt and taught to fight, but one was different.

Viviniek, the middle son. He preferred more outlandish pastimes than sparring and chose to spend his days studying the world around him. During this time, he gained his love for flowers and all things of beauty, much to the dismay of his father and family. When his eldest son was stricken down in battle and Viviniek's head was injured leading to memory loss of his life up to that point, his father was at an ironic loss. The secondborn was now his heir by default, but this flower-loving kid of his was no fit for warlord status and as such, a difficult decision was made.

Once in full health and renamed to Haizel to better fit his namby-pamby status, he was chased off from the pack and his little brother would be the sole son to carry on his father's line.

Haizel would then make it to the Teekon Wilds, where he seeks to meet new friends and spread his joy of flowers to everyone he meets.