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I just keep my head up

in the clouds

Raised with two heart warmed parents, a couple formed from their love of music and the pursuit of auditory magic. It was typical of them to believe that he would have fallen in line with the same affinity to magic. Many years of singalongs and attempting to coax Kensie into following along. However it was not the kind of magic he wanted to devote to. For much of his youth, he aspired to be studying more traditional forms of magic, not verbally sharing this belief. His meekness of his youth making it difficult to approach his parents with the idea of learning illusions rather than the uncomfortable scenario of being a spellsinger.

don't think they are ready

for the fall

It was not until he began learning the basics of magic that he wished to learn other forms of magic. Noting that the constant overbearing of his parents had only pushed him in the opposite direction. It was not his flavor of music that he enjoyed and his attempts of singing was below average. Stage fright was inevitable to him when in front of others, his parents believing that starting him early would help develop his spell singing abilities early. The first attempt was a utter mess of embarrassment for Kenzie.

I take a little more to

stay awake

A cold sweat breaking out at the rather small gather of close friends and other relatives to see the small boy perform. His voice was crackly and off pitch, the many eyes on Kenzie broke him within moments. Creating a meltdown that would haunt the young witch for most of his youth, planting the seeds of resentment for his parents. His own path becoming his own as he chose to leave his parents. Running away and into the night to never return, becoming another child of The Hovel.

she's been busy digging

out her grave

With his family now cast out of his life, and discarding potential for greater education at the Lux University. Kenzie had to tumble and struggle to survive the life as runaway, barely into the age of puberty. The raven haired boy created a inner circle of other young boys with The Hovel, a group that can look out for each other and help survive. A mismatch of ten boys around the same age as him, all who found themselves orphaned in some form. They weren’t anything close to a formidable gang or crime syndicate, but it was enough to grab the attention of a particular coven.

come with me we gotta

go outside

With a few years into the life of a runaway, him and the collection of friends he had made hardened him. Becoming the chosen leader of them, using the few tricks of illusionary magic in his youth to create a living for the boys in their abandoned brothel within the slums. It was not until a unplanned run in with a silvertongue witch that he garnered the attention. It was a meager witch that had been nearly fooled from a spell of Kenzie’s when on a job. Rather than dealing with the near adult by death, she convinced Kenzie to return with her to Hireling’s Keep. Putting his talents to a more fruitful use.

she needs someone to get

into heavy talks with

The chaotic and informal business of the Silvertongue coven was quite similar to Kenzie’s life out on the streets. Only largely for the better, becoming less likely to be targeted by any light coven or government intervention. Even if he did have to abandon his friends in the Hovel, it was either to sink or swim at the offer given to him. With the small backing of the coven, Kenzie became a self-reliant witch that would carve out a slice of the mercancy group for himself for many years forward.