Lynn

As before mentioned, Lynn originally came from the Victorian times. He was trained as a butler since he was young, taught everything he'd need to serve any manner of people. And he did, until he realised his abilities. One day, he'd knocked over a glass by accident and had hastened to clean it up, but his master at the time was already swelling up with anger to deliver a punishment, or worse, expulsion from the manor for his mistake. In a moment of panic, Lynn reached out to one of the walls, to push off it and give himself some kind of momentum, way to run away, and his hand slipped right through. With a shriek he'd stumbled through the wall, and ended up in a different room, in an abandoned manor. He was confused, terrified even. Right in front of him, on the floor beside where he crouched like a stunned rabbit, was a book. The pages yellow and crinkled, like one touch would make them fade to dust. What was in the pages stunned him further;

Dearest Lynn Belvehure,
I have no idea when, or where you will ever find this book. This, I cannot help you on. But know this. You were not born of any woman, man, entity. But rather the cosmos itself. It looked upon the other creatures of each world and grew jealous; Why could it not have a little one of its own? Well it did exactly that. The time period that would teach you the greatest is where you were chosen to grow. It was always unknown what abilities you would have, when they would develop. However I trust that in finding this book, they have done just that.
I cannot help you any further. Find your path, your purpose, and serve it well.
Kind regards.

No name, nothing else, nothing. As though time has sensed he'd finished reading, the book rapidly started deteriorating, crumbling as he desperately tried to piece it back together. He was alone now, to figure out the world.

To this day his abilities are developing, however he goes through frequent hard ‘burn outs’ where he finds himself unable to perform a great deal of his usual tasks.