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Stiles is twenty one years old, and a Magic Being, currently residing in Beacon Hills, along with the rest of his coven. He is the most powerful, and feared Coven Leader in Northern California, though many others underestimate him because of his young age.
Stiles’ Mother was a pure blooded Magic Being, and his Father is a Mortal. His mother died when he was nine during one of the first group attacks against Magic Beings in Beacon Hills. Stiles’ spark was dormant until the age of twelve, which is when he was sent away by his father to get training from Dr. Alan Deaton. Stiles learned every basic thing he could possibly know about all magic from Dr. Deaton. He also met his best friends Scott, Isaac, and Lydia (who were all a year below him), in his second year with Deaton.
He trained with Deaton until he was sixteen, where he was then thrown back into normal mortal life and High School along with his friends Scott, Isaac, and Lydia.
He became stronger and stronger, slowly building up his power and leadership skills, working hard every day; to make sure he was at his best, and most powerful.
It only took him until he was nineteen to master his skills in almost all types of magic. Deaton called him the prodigy of his time, and then named him the new leader of the Dominari coven at the mere age of only twenty. Stiles’ wanted to prove he could be the best, so he started seeking out any Magic Being who were in need of a coven, which is where he met, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, and Danny.
While this was all happening, there was also a war going on, the Magic Beings against the Wolves and their Hunters. Werewolves, who were treated as royalty, especially in Beacon Hills, hated Magic Beings, thought of them as dirt, as lower class, as the supernatural worlds scum.
So, they started a war, to achieve the goal of wiping them all out, and to have a dominate werewolf and mortal human society.
This war caused Stiles and his entire coven to go on the run, leaving all of their families alone. They had to constantly move around, never staying in one place.
Though with all the moving that occurred, Stiles and his coven still mastered most of their magic skills, and quickly fought their way up to being the most feared and powerful covens in Northern California, every other coven feared them, wouldn’t speak of the Dominari coven, and there extremely terrifying group of master Magic Beings. Stiles was proud, and he had finally proved himself good enough.
His coven is though proved powerful, stays hidden in the deep woods, in their tree houses, protected by hundreds of wards, they are safe.
They keep to themselves, live almost like every other mortal human, with cable, internet, and telephone, though they still practice their magic, keeping it powerful, and at its
best.
Stiles watches over his coven, makes sure they keep their magic hidden, and away from the eyes of the rest of the town. He makes them adhere to strict rules, to insure their safety and the covens. He has worked too hard for his freedom, and power, to all have taken from him, just because of one slip up in front of those incompetent wolves.
He’s happy, and his coven is happy. That of course, is when everything goes to shit.