[Matt_Bradock]

Somewhere in the Pacific, there's a remote island, a dead volcano with a collapsed crater, stretching a few miles across in a crescent shape, encircling a peaceful lagoon. No one knows its exact location, or even if they do, it's considered uninhabited and untouched. It's not registered on any map, satellite image or navigational chart. There's no other landmass whatsoever in a range of 300 miles at any direction.
And yet, the importance of this island is greater than an average human being would ever comprehend. Near the shore of that lagoon, there is a home. There has been, for centuries. First, it was an old stone-and-tile English style homestead, then a Victorian family home, then - now - a modern concrete and glass 2-floor, 3 bedroom mansion, with solar panels on the roof and a wind turbine on top of the island's single peak, what's left of the former volcano.
There's a greenhouse and a garden, carefully fenced off, and a single helipad on the roof - probably the only mundane transportation access.
But what lies underneath this innocent-looking building, is the world's probably largest library of occult texts, spellbooks and magical artifacts, sealed half a mile under the basalt rock, protected by several layers of magical wards, seals and runes. Guarded for over a millenia by the Awakened, humans that discovered the secret of retaining their powers and memories during reincarnation. Only the Keeper knew the incantations to release those seals and access the contents of that vault.
The keeper of this facility for the last 2 decades has been a certain individual currently known as Matthew Bradock, looking like a Caucasian male in his early 40s, at a height of 6 feet 5 inches, sporting short, black hair and a goatee. Right now, he was standing in a circular room in the basement, centered around a portal circle, watching cautiously as the 7 sigils around the central pattern started to glow with a faint yellow light one by one. He looked at his watch and checked his sleek black suit. All he knew is he was getting a new item to study and protect.
When he realised he forgot to wear his tie - it was not often he'd receive an official visitor and new items to the vault - it was already too late to go fetch it, as the portal lit up, and in a bright yellow flash that caused even the seasoned magician to blink, two Seekers - one of the organization's scouts, whose duty was to find and acquire such items - appeared, and between them, they were holding a child he knew at first sight was not quite like anyone he's ever seen in all his 9 lifetimes...