As an human, the Synapse used to be a wise philosopher and scientist from the First History (probably a disciple of Irene), who joined the occult world out of boredom, desirous to prove how stupid those claims of “secret lore” and “enlightening ascension” were. His rational methods and mastery of rhetoric gave him a certain advantage on the Path: he soon became a Know without ever considering the Mansus to be more than a collective hallucination, then a Long without ever thinking himself as immortal, and finally a Name. Sadly for him, the more convinced he was that there was no truth to the occult, the more awe and blind faith he garnered from cultists. Furious and feverish, he devised a way to open their eyes once and for all: a ritualized suicide that would prove to all his devotees that he was nothing more than a mortal man. Bad call: the ritual was all it took for him to become an Hour. The turn of events drove him so mad that he willingly threw himself into the Nowhere, plotting his revenge.