Robert "Ironskull" Miller grew up in a small farming community, born to the local miller and his wife. The sixth child of eight, Bobby was often watched by his older siblings as a babe. In particular, his dear sister Poppy, who very much loved babies, was more than a little bit on the clumsy side, leading to little Bobby landing on his head on more than one occasion in his youth.
Indeed, Bobby proved himself no stranger to head injuries, earning himself the nickname "Ironskull" for having cracked his skull on only two of the many occasions, and surviving them both.
Bobby's parents are, sadly, getting on in their years at this point. Thus, he has decided to leave the care of his dearest Momma to try and make his fortunes as an adventurer, so as not to be a burden, especially what with Poppy's sickly boy and another on the way besides.
Bobby is sweet in his dim sort of way, but is not expected to survive this venture.