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The faded past.

a brief history.

He was really just a victim to his environment.
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Parents disappearing without a trace, he was picked up by a somewhat unknown coven. From there, he was raised by the entire group. They had very specific plans for him. He was special.
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He'd been told his last name was of their great leader's.
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Though they raised him, whether or not they did so well was a different story entirely. He wouldn't be able to tell you what it was like, in all honesty. The only memories of those days came in the form of scars that had remained on him. It wasn't like those memories were foggy, but rather as if time itself literally ceased to be.
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With an unexpected early blossoming of his magical abilities, he was clung to ever more tightly. He was never much brought outside, but instead taught of the world by those around him. He was a little out of touch, to say the least. Even the sun wasn't quite familiar. It wasn't as if he needed to know about such things anyways. He wasn't kept around so he could go enjoy himself.
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He would've fulfilled his role, eventually, if it weren't for the coven's sudden dissolution. Confidants revealed the truth of the group to a select few, and eventually another rose up to strike them down. Some said it was a crime group of sorts, that was a threat to the city. Noah wasn't sure if he could disagree, but he had other worries on his mind.
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He was passed from family to family, as what would've been his had lond disappeared. It was a learning process. However, he found intrigue in the pigeons that delivered messages across the city. "Flight"... he hoped he could do that, someday. He followed them to their home.
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They would be his new "family".