Hawk Michael Black was born the first supernatural to a family of supernatural hunters. There’s one in every generation in this family; something about balancing all the poaching and killing of innocent beings and their families. With eyes that glowed and powers that flowed from his very being, the Black’s didn’t know what to do with young Hawk, growing more fearful of him as he grew and his powers with him. Young Hawk was narrowly six when his family made that drastic decision to sell him to another Sorceri like him, a mad one. Not wanting to kill their son they devised a truce with the Sorceri allowing the mad old man to live in peace if he took and cared for Hawk as well or worse as he could. So a life for a life and the deal was signed in blood but they never saw their son again.

Ramus Tremblay was a cruel old man to Hawk, making him his slave rather than his ward and forcing the young lad to believe he wasn’t something special. He made Hawk believe he was a human whose soul had been sold to him which is where his magic came from. Being a young boy he believed it because he had no other reason not to and nothing to tell him it wasn’t true. Yet the stronger he got as he grew the more violent Ramus became and all because Ramus knew his “slave” would one day be stronger than him. In a desperate attempt to remain in power in the house Ramus made a fatal choice not knowing it would be fatal for him at the time but this is life. Ramus cursed Hawk who was just a boy of eight now but the curse was too powerful for the ailing and decrypted old man and it took every ounce of his power to produce the curse and in the end when it had been cast Ramus Tremblay dead.

Alone in the world and marked with the black rune, Hawk after year’s of neglect and abuse let his curse take over his emotions. He grew violent and angry and being cut off from his powers because of the curse drove him insane. He survived on his own for several years doing whatever he could to scrape by and stay sane. Selling his body for money, once he was old enough since that was what he believed, was normal; the first thing he remembers is being sold off by his family. Then he met the people in the sky and how they filled the atmosphere with colour and joy and all he wanted to was to be to others what they were to him, hope. He was found and welcomed into the Gypsy caravan by the Gypsy Queen who tried with all her might to help Hawk learn how to commune with the wind but when she learned the truth of who and what he was and how he was cursed she sadly had to bear the bad news that he could never have the wind. He understood and packed the few things he had accumulated in his travels with the gypsies believing his time with them had come to an end. This was not true and Madame Serena was actually offended he would think they didn’t want him any longer. Despite being cursed with violent tendencies he was welcome among the gypsies and they were far more used to it than he knew.

Hawk’s time with the Gypsies taught him all the fundamentals he should have gotten as a child and he felt ashamed to be learning all these life and social skills as a teenager. The Gypsies were extremely kind and gracious they didn’t care what he was or wasn’t and what he knew or didn’t know only that he was willing to learn and change now. After reaching adulthood within the Gypsies care he heard a tale of a curse breaker and after much searching and researching to see if this tale be true he knew what he must do. Hawk’s path to freedom wouldn’t be benign and everything about it would violate the Gypsies code of peace; he now had a choice, freedom or family. He couldn’t keep them both, he couldn’t go and break his curse to return and live the life of a Gypsy like nothing had happened or changed. He chose family in the end, he had his curse under control and had fully come to terms with the curse one day killing him. He had lived a beautiful life thanks to the Gypsies and if his time came soon he would accept it with no regrets but Serena and Leander wouldn’t allow him to throw his chance for freedom away even though it meant letting him go.

With their blessing, he left to sail the seven deadly sinful seas in search of the curse breaker he wasn’t even sure was real. This journey to freedom turned this young man into a battle-worn salty dog, he wasn’t the savage boy or the mysterious young gypsy traveller anymore, he was a man who’d been through hell and back for his freedom. He had nothing but freedom now and never fully learning to use his magic he found it best to just be alone with himself for as long as it took for him to be comfortable in his own skin as a Soceri. Hunting down books, runes, and old tombs that could teach him about the mystics and what he was. Gleaming to anything he could get his hands-on that he could learn from when he heard about an ancient bazaar filled with knowledge and wonders of all kinds, but this emporium moved. Like a castle floating in the sky or a house on legs, so his journey began again.