Once a young and arrogant king whom stood out because of his family's defining red eyes and white hair. It hadn't been too known but the albino had been put in as a puppet by those who sought to make riches and profit. Noah was led to believe each choice he approved would improve the longevity of the kingdom he was raised in. That hadn't been the case whatsoever, his advisors took advantage of him quite easily as they led him around by the nose. Everything became much more obvious after a pandemic ran rampant across his kingdom. The soldiers didn't follow his orders, the rations plummeted, and even the royal treasurery was emptied. In the time of need of funds he sold everything that was left to save his kingdom. However it wasn't anywhere near enough to save his people. Quickly he became one of the sole survivors of the event due to his lineage. The reason?
Whether it was intentional or not his genetics were of help, his body was able to naturally resist the plague. But alas the kingdom was practically vacant, left with empty lands and nobody to work them. There hadn't been much of else he could do, after all what is a king without his people? Especially with one that had such terrible rumors. It didn't take long for it to become a new city for the outlaws as not a single authority figure wanted to step near for the fear of the 'King's Wrath' so the epidemic it was called.
If there was on lesson the now kingdomless king now learned it was that being inexperienced had brought too many difficult and uneducated choices. The reliance on others was something he started to come to detest. If he had known what he was doing perhaps this wouldn't have happened to his people. There had been no point now that he was fallen royalty so he set out to travel leaving behind his title of king. Perhaps one day he could come back and reclaim the lands but now he was nothing more but an adventurer.
Travelling across various towns to learn more he eventually found a liking to an alchemy shop. It contained various medicines and items, some having a particular glow while others hadn't stood out at all but each had been manufactured for a purpose. There had been one particular item that caught his eye out of all of them, a potion which granted immunity against the 'King's Wrath'. How many of his people could have been saved if they had massed produced these? The life of his people could have been saved with his own hands but ignorance ruined that all.
It didn't take long for him to request apprenticeship under the shop owner who was of old age. Inheriting it after the passing of the original owner and having honed his craft. Noah was now a shop owner in a town he had never cared to learn the name of. While his features may give off a noble aura which helped expand his customer base, it would never be used what it was intended for.