Solomon was born an only child to his mother and father after several years of misfortune in their attempts; he was a pale and sickly child, but well-loved, his parents each grateful for his presence. Raised in a mining and logging town deep within the Appalachians, he was no stranger to spooky stories told around bonfires nestled in the trees, quickly familiar with folktales and rumours and the myriad monsters that supposedly made their homes among the mountains. Alongside local myths, however, were far more mundane fears; the industry of the town came with its due share of injury and accident, sometimes monthly, weekly, or even daily incidents. Solomon's father, a lumberjack himself, was witness to much, and was careful to instil Solomon with caution, not willing to risk his only son against the same tragedies that befell many of his neighbours. All in all, Solomon grew up a pallid, morbid, but ultimately happy child.

It was only when Solomon started speaking truth to long-circulating town rumours, divulging secrets none had told him, and reciting final words he had no explainable reason to know, that his parents - and the town residents at large - became concerned with his behaviour, and eventually his psychology.

The town doctor was ill-prepared to handle a case like Solomon's. While well-equipped to handle the physical trauma and respiratory issues that plagued the town's logging and mining workers, there was little literature, training, or even precedent available to manage the mental difficulties that visited upon the young Winters child. Solomon withdrew socially, shunned by his peers for his odd behaviour and his conversations with invisible partners, and talked about in hushed whispers by the adults of the town. The medication prescribed by the doctor floundering for a treatment plan only served to flatten his emotions and numb his perception of, and participation in, the world around him, only pushing himself further beyond the social fringes. When Solomon was discovered one winter break in the woods, kneeling in the snow with his hands on burst-open carcasses and bringing unnatural, sluggish movements back to dead animals, he was condemned utterly.

Solomon's battered adolescent body lay in the snow on the brink of death from combined injury and hypothermia beyond the passing of midnight before he was finally found and returned home to his parents. The day after, an emissary darkened their doorstep to instruct that Solomon was no longer welcome in the town. It had been decided that at best he was odd and unsettling, and a potential danger to others; at worst, he was actively dabbling in dark and heretical things beyond human understanding, and would deliberately bring monstrous consequences upon them.

Solomon was taken away a week later by H.E.L.P. after a desperate letter of appeal from his parents to their headquarters in Canada, seeking somewhere Solomon could not only be safe, but also understood. He spent the rest of his adolescence in the organization's care, effectively a foster child, and came to learn that he was no dark wizard, nor possessed by the devil; he was a Hyperhuman - a distinctly unique Hyperhuman - and H.E.L.P. were keen to assist him in understanding his own nature, so that they could understand it better in turn.

Between his natural interests in the morbid and the occult from his early years, and his growing understanding of his own abilities in his adolescence, Solomon spent much of his time in H.E.L.P.'s care researching magic and the supernatural, poring over old tomes and studies of the paranormal. By the time he reached eighteen, he was already considered something of a specialist by the organisation's officials, and following a university course graduating with a Bachelor's in Mythology & Occult Sciences, and then a Master's degree, and then completing a Doctorate, the freshly-honoured Doctor Solomon Winters was by default the foremost expert on magic, the occult, and all things paranormal within H.E.L.P. - and most of the country, if not the continent - and his own personal research into the supernatural that his academic studies didn't cover wasn't about to slow down.

When Solomon started seeking out actual real-life encounters with those things that exist outside the veil of humans and Hypes, he was alternately warned off, or laughed out, considered broadly as an intelligent but off-putting man, who wasted his talents on fanciful stories meant to frighten children. When Solomon actually did come face-to-face with a beast from beyond the pale - and managed to have the good sense to record his encounter for concrete, empirical evidence - he was suddenly the only man worth talking to about the supernatural, and was quickly inducted officially into H.E.L.P. to share his knowledge within the organisation - and allow them to supress it as necessary.

Solomon has worked with H.E.L.P. and H.I.T. for over thirty years, and for such a long career, his rank within the organization - Special Agent - doesn't reflect the sheer breadth of his experience and service. What it does represent is the reaction his superiors and comrades-in-arms invariably have to his aloof, vaguely-absent, off-putting personality and behaviour, as well as the unsettling nature of his abilities, and his obsessive study and research into aspects of un-reality that the organization doesn't necessarily consider worth the time-and-resource-investment that Solomon continues to put into, and demand for, his inquisitions.

As a result, while Solomon is a well-respected agent among most within H.E.L.P., and a well-recognized name to most who work for the organization, he's also an incredibly 'internally-mobile' one; he's been shipped around and transferred between many units, offices, and task-forces across both H.E.L.P. and H.I.T., more than nearly any other individual within the operation, and is passed over for promotions and more senior positions. He struggles to make friends, and is absolutely incapable of playing the political network game to his advantage; it is only the sheer tenure of his service, the breadth of niches filled by his occult expertise, and the unique utility of his particular abilities, that cause him to only be shuffled, rather than disciplined, demoted, or fired entirely.

The early life of one Morgan Archambeau lay woven throughout the fragmented delusions from the age of but eight, for they are the tainted remembrances of a life that left only yearning for something better. A child of squalor lay there in the dirt and grime with so little time before a power that would obfuscate their being would appear. Morgan can not quite remember the day but beneath the midnight sky filled with the shouting screams of a mother, a scream through the agony for the safety of her child. A night but so common in their early life scenes tended to meld together into an amalgamated mess they refused to sort. But on this night, the stars sparked something in their mind, a notion to leave, to run, to escape into the city over yonder for a life free of pain, free of the tyranny of a father who released the anger of their sins unto their spawn. And with nothing but the shoes upon their feet and the worn pajamas upon their body, a young soul took off into the night.

The stress, the adrenalin, the hope; it spurred forth their curse. As they ran throughout the night a child free from their shackles, that now familiar tingling of warmth spreading throughout their body began as they escaped through the streets of Chicago. They wore a face that changed with every passing second, all unfamiliar, all unconsciously. The next day the child, fearing the woes of strangers on the street and the further wrath of a father when they are found, returned home wearing a skin that was not theirs, met only with confusion and rejection when they encountered that of their mother who could recognize her own child within the skin of another. A moment that began their life alone, forgotten by all those they loved; an unrecognizable figure.

For Morgan, their life had held no clear path forward, no light guiding their trek, not a hint of the north star in the night sky. The young child learned through the trials of homelessness and abandonment the art of survival, the path hidden in the grime to make little out of nothing. To scavenge for scraps to feed the ever-growing pit within their stomach was a task often hard to accomplish. As the days passed, the pursuit of more aided Morgan to learn their ability. To shackle the dragon that terrorized their life, and to master its control were endeavors which took years of their life to even begin to start. By the age of fourteen, Morgan, after a stint of several petty robberies using their abilities, was picked up by the likes of H.E.L.P. who had received a tip about a young local hype. After being taken under the wing of the organization, Morgan was enrolled in P.R.C.U. to continue on the rest of their adolescent life under the watchful eye of H.E.L.P. who assisted them gain mastery over their ability.

Directly following their graduation from P.C.R.U.’s Collegiate program, Morgan continued his education within the institution through the school’s H.E.A.T. program. Through extensive training both within and without the hours mandated by the program, Morgan had continued to develop a mastery of the ability that they had marked as a vex upon their life since its inception. Within the years of their enrollment in the program, Morgan has made several strides in their performance and once again by the same people who had rescued him from his life of solitary survival, eventually being recruited as a probationary agent at the end of his time with the program as a probationary agent in H.E.L.P.’s Enforcement and Response Division.

Morgan’s career within the ranks of H.E.L.P. has been one that was dwarfed compared to the likes of their comrades. Quick on their feet, sharp in the mind, and familiar with the workings of the organization, Morgan quickly moved on from their days as a probationary agent. Since their formal induction to the rank of special agent only two years prior, the brevity of their career does not define the accomplishments they have made in such a short time. The pinnacle of undercover investigation within their division, Morgan has contributed heavily to the case in which they are assigned, for who is better at surveillance than who has no set face, no set voice.

For when a case gets hot there is no better disguise than that of the people searching for you. Morgan is an agent mostly known only by name and the light-hearted tricks they play upon their comrades. A career laden with an often tense relationship with authority and a stubbornness unmoving its will. Despite their problems with those of higher rank, the effectiveness of their ability and performance on the field has been an undeniable factor of their tenure.