The middle child of the Hopper family, Hunter Honey Hopper, was born into a prestigious line of talented, musical sirens. Music and sound were their gifts, entertaining and impressing the masses with all that they could do. While the majority of their family climbed the ranks of fame or kept a large social circle because of their talents, Hunter was shy, wanting nothing to do with large groups. He found interacting with humans a painful experience, given his visible maker's mark, he could not stand the looks onlookers gave him. Despite his absolute fear of social interactions, people seemed to be drawn to him, and much to his horror--Hunter was often the center of attention in school with several admirers or people who just wanted to be near him, invading his personal space. Those who were unaffected by his natural, ever-present charm, often despised Hunter and bullied him relentlessly as if the magic were having an opposite effect, or maybe they just saw Hunter for who he really was. In middle school, Hunter was the sole witness to a freak accident while playing with a small kalimba on the swingset just outside the school. It wasn't his fault; he could not have known the effect his music would have on the poor student in the classroom above the playgrounds, he could not have seen the open window, and it wasn't his fault that this poor girl had been suffering from an intense crush over the shy boy. Hunter only caught a glimpse of her as she stepped directly out of the window, hurtling to the ground with an outstretched hand as if she could reach his song. No one blamed him, as no one could fathom the delicate boy causing anyone harm. When she came to, she could only speak words of love and desire for Hunter, begging to see him, how she just wanted to touch him. She'd take a year to recover from her fall, and Hunter never answered a single request to visit her in the hospital, his fear of humans and their strange response to him drove him far from anything considered 'crowded'. Hunter was allowed to study at home following this incident, and by age 12, Hunter Honey Hopper shut humans out of his life. His only solace in his miserable existence was his family, their history, and his instruments. Music brought him solace, and while singing felt like the wrong calling, the middle Hopper was unnaturally skilled at assembling objects into instruments, making beautiful melodies from whatever he could get his hands on. When Hunter was alone with his musical creations and his songs, Hunter could pretend he was happy, shutting away all those terrible feelings and focusing on the family magic. He took to his family history, learning everything he could about the magical creatures that roamed the earth. Through the years, as Hunter reached his teenage years, he felt stagnant. While all his siblings were mingling and making friends, Hunter grew incapable of speech, so afraid of being seen he took to only moving through their home during the later hours or early hours of the morning. In fairness, his parents tried to see him through his childhood oddities, but he was incapable of changing--fussing and crying until they'd finally relent and let the feather-crown boy flee to his instruments. Still, Hunter couldn't help but wonder what the world was becoming just outside their front door. Would it be the same as before? Would he cause another accident? Or what if his natural charming aura had soured and everyone he met in the real world hated him? Hunter, fearing rejection, rejected them first, belittling the human creatures for all the freedom they carried in their ignorance. High School, Hunter was excelling in his home studies and running a small business through his bedroom, a total chance opportunity after coming across a Reddit post of some user at a total loss with their antique accordion. One response led to another, and soon people were sending instruments from all over for repairs from this mysterious musical genius. Over the years, people would ask to thank him personally or hoped to catch a glimpse of the strange creature magically repairing or customizing their instruments, but Hunter worked under strict rules. No contact. Any deliveries for special clients were made very late at night, and Hunter always dressed to hide away his feathers, carefully completing a job and fleeing back to the safety of his home. Fear of contact aside, Hunter loved his work, and his small business quickly grew into something he could easily support himself with for life all while he was learning to leave his bedroom. College was a waste of time, especially once his career started to pick up, and he had no interest in doing anything that would force him to interact with anyone outside of his family. Sure, Hunter took the occasional online course, but he couldn't be bothered with a traditional degree: everything was too easy and therefore below him. The family was slowly becoming his only connection to the outside world, and even they were becoming too much, each of his siblings growing into their own person and coming home less and less. Hunter resented their love of the human world. Still, a sibling was family, and Hunter tried when he could be a good brother, sitting and listening to their problems, even if it took everything out of him to speak to them: he was trying. When his youngest sibling started coming home, hiding bruises, Hunter, in his strange shadow-like tendencies, began to notice. He'd always been closer to his little brother, but maybe that was because it was his younger brother's room he used to flee to when he was scared--hiding under the covers and crying while being consoled. Of course, Hunter could figure things out, lurking in the shadows and eventually unraveling an awful little story. A boyfriend, or some heated lover, taking advantage of his little brother--some human thinking he could touch a siren. The nerve! It angered Hunter enough to follow the boyfriend home one night, wanting to approach him and tell him to steer clear of Hadley, but his magic made Hunter as desirable as honey, drawing the man nearer to him while Hunter fearfully tried to run. The encounter would end with the man dead and drowned while Hunter wept bitterly into a pair of weak, wet wings. It had been an accident and an honest mistake, but he could not lie and say he was sorry for getting that man away from his brother. Hunter's selfless actions went unnoticed, and while Hunter never spoke of his actions, he felt bitter that Hadley never thanked him for getting rid of the human. Guilt changed him. Humans were less than tolerable, monsters that only sought to destroy the planet and Hunter was beginning to understand why his lineage felt devoted in history to luring them to their death. It created a shift in Hunter's personality, and his already shy, moody temperament was quickly steering to total isolation until no one in the family was even sure if Hunter lived there anymore. The only signs of Hunter still existing were the occasional missing leftovers and strange packages arriving and leaving the family home. Hunter would exist safely within the walls of his family home, continuing his nocturnal routine until he was 23 when his business had far outgrown his childhood bedroom. His parents would never ask him to move, far too understanding of his peculiar needs, but they were overjoyed when Hunter approached them about finding his own place, encouraging him to make roots somewhere with his business. He could have picked anywhere in the world to live; it wasn't like he went out much, but when searching, choosing a modest apartment in the town his youngest sibling moved to was his first choice. Perhaps Hunter wanted to make amends with his youngest sibling, his favorite out of the bunch, or maybe it was worry over the human his brother chose to keep as a roommate. Hadley, after all, had a track record of bad choices. Regardless of his reasons, Hunter moved to Easthaven with the intent to run his business, only choosing to explore the streets and his surroundings late at night.