For all that has transpired in Soren's life, his beginnings were humble - a young boy born in a lodge bordering the Silver Forests and one of many trade roads. His mother and father were nothing short of caring for their son - a Kitsune woman and a Half-Elven Man. They were a jovial family, for both his parents were entertainers of some sort, although his father hunted and foraged while his mother served as a sort of travelling ambassador for her original home within the forest.
     As Soren grew older, he found interest in all things that his parents did - regardless of if he was suited for it or otherwise. From his father, the art of archery came seemingly naturally, the thrum of the bow string a serenade to follow the whistling of fletching through the air. It was its own sort of music to Soren's ears - much different than the music that he thusly learned from his father with the accordion, something many would come to recognize him for.
     With his mother, he found his voice - a soft, melodic voice that came from the heart and soul to coalesce into the arcane. He was not a studied scholar that weaved arithmetic into the material, nor did he have the blood of his ancestors to serve as a conduit - instead it was spoken into existence, drawing from his own will to see it through. If only he had such powers when it came to his mother's favorite hobby of dancing.