Aiden was conceived and raised within good ol' Cheshire to a working class family - both parents involved in their own projects most of Aiden's childhood and couldn't care for his every childish whim or desire.
From youth Aiden found his mind to be out of his control, thinking at several thoughts at once, ignoring his desire to silence. It felt as though his mind was racing at every second he breathed, finding little comfort in sleep due to it taking hours for his consciousness to fall away. The only saving grace was that he had become used to this over the eternity his mind rushed like it did, perhaps if another only just gained a mind like his they may break down into a wreck... though that's perhaps being too melodramatic and a tad narcissistic.

He didn't find comfort in the other children at school nor in his neighborhood, they avoided him and his... quirks so he seldom found himself in the company of others. This was especially during school breaks or during school lunches, with all the free time he found enjoyment in books and fiddling, card tricks and juggling, onto singing and then writing - whatever caught his interest at the present.

His parents being ever so cunning believed that if he picked up an instrument at a young age he could woo over future school prospects. The ploy worked in a sense, Aiden could play songs although he never really learnt to comprehend musical scores, nor did he memorise chords. He was far from a stunning performer with his stiff fingers as well. This didn't matter to Aiden, not really. He was indifferent about the entire ordeal as he was about most topics. One day, at the ripe old age of eleven he visited his grandma at her nursing home - hooked up to machine after machine. She passed on as he played to her - Perhaps it was the magick around him, maybe she just let go, it really didn't bother Aiden - a worrying sign.

At a later time Aiden discovered magick, real magick, ironically from comics he was much too old for. Investing into the occult originally as a minor curiosity it grew into a great interest once he realised the complexity and diversity of it all. Then one day he moved on from researching to partaking - Aiden's busy household did not hold to space to perform nor did Aiden believe that his parents would be pleased to discover his hidden hobby. Out he went into the pouring rain with umbrella in hand to a nearby wood, etching lines into the ground and muttering in a chant - The process took much too long for Aiden not to be soaked, though he continued. And as he closed the last word of his chant the powers collected, it was nothing more than a rite of protection yet he could sense it worked... The stars, they seemed to glow!

Aiden had returned that night contempt, sneaking up to his room without so much as a peep. He had found what would fascinate him for his life, his calling.


Over the years Aiden's knowledge and confidence in magicks grew, recently it was as though he received a message from perhaps the spirits without so much as an incantation, on his forearm the word "Rawyn" was spelled on his skin, only to fade after being seen.
A short amount of research later he found a seaside town by the same name. With no classes within the next month Aiden declared that there was nothing holding him back for a while, taking the train and then several busses to the area. Currently he is situated in a cheap B&B within the town.